I’m pregnant.

The doctor says the baby is doing well.

I’m frightened, and I’m also beginning to feel hopeful.

I don’t know what you will want to do, but I need you to know.

I won’t use this child to ask you to come back to me.

I only hope you will want to know your son or daughter one day.

There was more: a due date, the name of her doctor, and a simple request for a reply even if my answer was no.

She ended by saying she hoped I was safe.