A Dark Alley and a Bad Idea

"Just fill out the paper work and then we'll call you when the doctor is ready,"

"Thank you," Myla mumbled taking the clipboard.

We sat in the small waiting area and all I could was stare at the ground. She was going to do it. And I wasn't doing anything to stop her.

"Pete," she murmured but I couldn't bring myself to look at her.

"Pete please look at me," her voice broke

I looked at her with tears of my own.

"This is our only choice," she said taking my hand but I pulled my hand away.

"No, this was your choice."

"What other choice do we have? We can't raise this baby and you know that."

"Why not?" I asked but I knew she was right.

She shook her head, "I'm not going to throw away my life for this baby."

"I'm not asking you to, I'm just asking you not to do this"

"Like you said, it was my choice." She said with tears and went back to filling out the paper work.