You should have thought about that before!” he yelled, his voice rising. “You knew how important today was to my mother! She’s been planning this for months, and you just had to go and ruin it!”

Tears of pain, shock, and a deep, crushing resentment began to stream down my cheeks. “This is your child, Greg! He decides when he’s born, not me! Please, I’m scared. Help me.”

He got out of the car, slamming the door so hard the whole frame shook. I watched him, a sliver of hope in my heart, expecting him to come around and help me out. Instead, he walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk.