We had a child once. When I was hurt and lying in a pool of my own blood, Jordan had been playing with Crystal. Holding on tightly to consciousness, I called Jordan, but no one picked up. Then, I blacked out. It was only afterward that I found out that Crystal had turned off Jordan’s phone because she was afraid I would interrupt their game. Because I had missed out on the ideal timeframe to get treatment, I lost my baby. When the doctor took the dead baby out of me, I found out that it was a boy. I had lain on the surgery table and cried all I could cry. When the doctor said that I could have kept the baby had I arrived just half an hour earlier, choking despair enveloped me. That day, I was so dejected as I flew back home. My family told me to break up with Jordan, and I really did want to at the time. But he had stayed outside our door all through the icy winter night, begging for my forgiveness, so I had relented. I had wanted to open the door to admit him, bu
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