That night, Aaron lay beside me, just like before.
He reached out to touch me, and I moved away.
But he was still overbearing and pulled me into his arms.
"Amanda, I've arranged for a tracker. This way, we'll always know where the other is."
After saying this, he remained silent, only tightening his hold on me.
A tracker—something embedded under the skin. Aaron was serious this time; he was determined to keep me tied to him.
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and his breathing grew heavier. It seemed like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
I crawled out of bed, and he didn't notice.
I went to the bathroom and pulled out a small pill from my sleeve.
The doctor had said that once I took it, the baby would be gone on its own.
I reached down to touch my belly—it was hard to let go.
This was my first child, and it would be my last.
Having had it, it can be considered fulfilling.
