On the day of my prenatal appointment, I signed the consent form to terminate my pregnancy right in front of Scott Clement.He did not notice. He was too busy discussing baby names with my student, Vanessa Basch.The nurse called my name three times, but neither of them heard her.I walked over to Scott. Only then did he look up. His tone was as casual as if he were asking what I wanted for lunch.“Vanessa thinks both of these names are good. Pick whichever one you like.”I suddenly smiled.I had carried this baby for twenty-three weeks, yet my husband and my student had chosen the names. All I had to do was pick one.Right, it was totally normal.After all, for the past six months, they had decided what music to play for the baby, what color to paint the nursery, and even which brand of formula to buy.I opened the Notes app on his phone and added a line beneath the two names.[There’s no need to choose anymore.]Scott frowned, but before he could ask what I meant, Vanessa’
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