Stolen Womb, Stolen Life

The sky turned a dark, bruised purple, and icy sleet began to pelt the windshield. The

sture, once comforting, now felt possessive and false. I stared out the window, w

the screen was a private number

, laced with a concern that was never for

you? Send me your location. No, don' t call a tow t

' m so sorry. That was an urgent business emergency. A critical piece of eq

?" I asked, my voice

on dollar problem if I don' t handle it now." He was al

inner? We' re already late."

You can get a ride from the

es clawed at the dark sky, and the sleet was coming down harder. T

he fake protest in my voice mixing with real

with impatience. "I told you, it' s an emergency. You'

service out her

and opened the door. The icy wind hi

n the eye. He got back in the car, the tires spinning on the slic

profound sense of abandonment washing over me. This was it. This was the final, undeniable proof. He would leave his pre

replaced the fear.