Bleeding Out Alone, I Return His Ring
While shopping at the mall, a child suddenly slams into my five-month pregnant belly. Blood immediately pools on the floor.
With trembling hands, I call my boyfriend, Garrett Holloway, and beg him to come get me as quickly as possible. But even after I am rushed into surgery and finally pulled back from the brink, he never shows up.
But through the glass, I see him helping another woman into the hospital for a prenatal checkup.
"She only stumbled a little, and her husband got so worried. He brought her to the hospital right away. Some people are just luckier than others. Not everyone gets a man who cares for them so attentively."
Listening to the nurses whisper among themselves, I tighten my grip on the miscarriage report in my hand.
Then, I send a message to my family.
I write, "Mom, I'll go with your arrangement. I'm not marrying Garrett anymore."