I was bleeding through my pad, rocking my tiny baby in a no-cost shelter room

Helen spoke even more harshly. “We expected a boy.”

I gazed at the small baby camera flashing a light on our table.

“Did you seriously just label your own child a financial burden?”

Ethan pointed his finger down the hall. “If you hate it here so much, go secure a better guy.”

I stood there expecting him to apologize and take those words back. He never did.