Three months have passed, and my life has returned to normal.
Life has been so calm that sometimes I wonder if everything that happened that night was just a figment of my imagination.
However, I'm pregnant.
I didn't dare delay, and before I could develop too much attachment to the child, I quickly scheduled an abortion.
I remember the class president joking that night, telling Locke to invite him to his wedding.
I don't want my child to be born fatherless, carrying the stigma of being illegitimate for a lifetime.
I believe that the mistakes of adults shouldn't be borne by a child.
