She said she wanted to keep the baby—he nodded and drove her straight to a hospital.

He said he loved me and just needed some time to process everything. But after days of him begging me to "do the right thing", I made it clear to him that my decision was final - I was keeping the baby. He didn't argue, but instead asked me to go for a drive with him to talk. Eventually we parked outside a clinic and I firmly said no. But then he pulled out a folder - my name was already in it.

Silence in the parking lot

Drew parked the car, and for a moment there was silence between us as my mind raced, trying to comprehend what was happening. My eyes wandered to the clinic sign and then back to him, but he avoided me and stared stubbornly ahead. The air was oppressively heavy and my thoughts revolved around the contents of this folder - my name, a decision that was not mine. I sat there motionless, caught between shock and fear, unable to know what to do next.