Instead of trusting you with the truth, I controlled the outcome.”

“You were willing to let me undergo medical tests to protect that control.”

“Yes.”

It was the most difficult word I had spoken to her.

I could explain my fear without pretending it excused what I did.

She looked out the window as rain slid down the glass.

“I remember sitting in a clinic waiting room while a woman beside me held pictures of her newborn.

I was happy for her.