“You know I’m pregnant. What are you going to do about your child?”
“Amara, please don’t make my life difficult.”
“My life is already falling apart!”
“I cannot discuss this now.”
“Daniel, I am carrying your child.”
“I heard you the first time.”
Then he hung up.
I stood in the middle of my room, holding the phone as though it had become something dangerous.
For seven years, I had loved him with everything I had.
Yet in less than five minutes, he had made me feel like a stranger asking for a favor.
I didn’t know whether to scream or cry.
I wanted to destroy every photograph I had of us. I wanted to throw away the gifts he had given me. I wanted to erase every memory of the man I had believed would be my husband.
But the worst part was that I could not escape the future growing inside me.
