Chapter 5

Michael's face went completely pale. He slumped against the nightstand, his eyes darting between the three sheets of paper.

"No, that's not it, babe. Please let me explain," Michael pleaded, his voice dry and strained.

Hearing the commotion, my mother-in-law and Emily burst in. "What's all this noise in the middle of the night? Can't anyone get some sleep?" mother-in-law complained.

She spotted the papers, rushed over, and grabbed the top sheet. "An abortion consent form?" she cried out, her shrill scream making my ears ring.

"You vicious woman. How could you murder my grandson?" she shrieked, raising her hand…