son's
me for eternity? Tears blurred my vision, streaking down my face and washing away my carefully applied makeup. My heart ached as if it had been pierced with a
catch the attention of other customers in the coffee shop. Heads turned, eyes watching, but I didn't care. None of i
e cold, indifferent gaze of a stranger. "I'm not joking, Allie. You should abort the baby, and we should go our separate ways." His words w
yself. "If this is some kind of joke, it's not funny! You always
llie. If you choose to keep it, then that's on you," he said coldl
ould turn away. I couldn't imagine facing this alone. I needed him, not just because of the tiny life growing i
his mind. But then he yanked his hand out of my grasp, the force sending me sprawling onto the floor. I
Without a second thought, he turned and walked out of the coffee shop, leaving me behind. Each step he took felt like a nail driving deeper into my heart. The w
me without knowing the story. I didn't care. Ignoring the stares, I quickly left the coffee shop, my mind spinnin
he really so serious about ending things with me? I knocked several times, each one more desperate than the last, but there was no answer. Defeated,
ooked up, my heart sinking even further as I saw Scott standing there-
do this to me? "Scott, what's going on?" My voice wavered, the br
ny knife could. I almost stumbled, feeling my knees go weak. "Your...
name. Scott had always called me Allie. Hearing him distance himself
continued, his tone devoid of any warm
ut the child I carried. All those memories, all those promises, all those dreams-it was a
an, "we have something important to do inside." He didn't even look b
He had abandoned me and our unborn child. But as painful as it was, a new r
y younger brother sitting on the sofa, watching a documentary. Their faces turn
" my brother asked, movi
with sympathy. "Did some
pregnant, and Scott... he left me. He doesn't want anything to do w
desperately needed. "You're not alone, Allison. We'll get
rnia," I whispered, realizing that every c
ked gently, a mix of concern
eed a fresh start-f
ork. A new life awaited me, and though I didn't know what the fut
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