“I have no choice!”

My throat closed up. Of course, I thought bitterly. That’s how it always began.

“If I don’t, then what? Do you think I want to do this?” The young woman-I refuse to call Hope by her name-was shouting at me now.

“My baby is coming in 3 months, much sooner than expected!” A raw cry toor threw her lips. “Unlike you!-“she pointed an accusing, shaking finger at me “-I’m not old, li...