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“Tell me the truth, where is the baby?”
His voice trembled with desperation, and his words hit me like a punch to the gut.
“I’ve called every hospital around. No one’s admitted a six–month premature baby in the
last two days!”
His words left me frozen, a chill creeping through my chest. For a moment, I was lost in his
frantic gaze. Then, it hit me, and I understood what he was implying.
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, cold and bitter.
“I told you before… I had an abortion.”
His face twisted with panic, his voice rising in disbelief.
“Stop joking around, Heather!”
“Tell me, where is the baby? A tiny six–month–old, alone in that incubator… he must be so
scared…”
His frantic worry seemed almost laughable to me, so I smiled, a bitter curve of my lips.
“You want to see him that badly? Fine. I’ll take you to him.”
We got into Trent’s car, the soft sway of a small teddy bear charm hanging from the rearview mirror, its movement the only thing breaking the silence between us.
What had once been a simple blessing tag, carefully chosen for the baby, now hung
uselessly from the rearview mirror, gone without a trace.
Trent’s fingers brushed the charm, his expression faltering for a brief second as he tried to
pull it down.
“Lizzie put it there,” he muttered, “If it bothers you, I’ll take it off.”
I stopped his hand, my voice low but steady, “Leave it. I don’t care. If Lizzie likes it, that’s all
that matters.”
It didn’t matter anymore. I wouldn’t be sitting in this car again. Even if he filled it with memories of him and Lizzie, I’d never spare them a second thought.
“Let’s stop by the house first.”
“Why?”
“To grab the baby’s things.”
Without a word, he drove us there.
The door creaked open, revealing the scattered remnants of a life that felt so far away. Baby items littered the floor, abandoned and forgotten. I bent down, my heart heavy with each object I picked up, as if each piece of the past was too much to hold. Slowly, I packed them into a box, the silence in the room louder than any words.
As Trent’s gaze fell on the dirty footprints on the baby’s outfit, guilt flickered in his eyes.
go buy new clothes for the baby later.”
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Perhaps the thought of finally meeting the baby filled him with nervous excitement. He drove faster, the hum of the car’s engine filling the silence between us.
“Is the baby a boy or a girl? How much did they weigh at birth? Did they cry much?”
I didn’t respond. I simply said, “You’ll know when you see them.”
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Outside the window, the bustling cityscape began to fade into the emptiness of the open road, the scenery becoming more desolate with each passing mile.
Trent’s grip on the wheel tightened as he noticed how remote the road had become, his unease growing.
“Where is this hospital exactly?”
“It’s right here. Turn right, and you’ll see it.”
He did as I said, and a building slowly came into view.
Trent slammed on the brakes, his pupils dilating in shock. His face twisted with terror as he
read the words before him.
Golden Grove Funeral Home.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his voice trembling.
“Heather, are you insane? I want to see the baby! Why are we here?”
I ignored Trent’s hysteria, my gaze locked on the funeral home, my voice deliberate and slow as I spoke.
“5:30 a.m., a boy, weighing 820 grams.”
I reached into my bag, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to him.
“This is the death certificate. There’s no name on it… because I couldn’t decide.”
The truth was, I hadn’t failed to choose; I had considered more than ten names.
I’d asked Trent for help, hoping he’d share in the decision. But each time, he brushed me off,
his impatience cutting through my words.
“Why are you obsessing over this? We’ve got time. We’ll choose after the baby’s born.”
Trent stared at the paper, his hands shaking like fragile leaves caught in the wind. He
hesitated, too afraid to take it.
His lips trembled as he muttered, “You really… had an abortion…”
I couldn’t bear to listen.
Without a second glance, I stepped out of the car, handed the box to the funeral home staff, and instructed them to burn everything.
When I emerged, I found Trent still standing by the car, his face twisted in agony, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
As I drew closer, his vacant gaze slowly sharpened, finally locking onto me.
For the first time, I saw a raw, undeniable regret flicker in his eyes, like a storm cloud darkening a once–clear sky.
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darkening a once–clear sky.
