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That did it. He left.

I stood until my knees gave out. I called Klair from the bathroom floor.

She answered immediately. “Hey.”

I tried to speak.

Her tone changed. “Blair?”

A sob ripped out of me.

“Blair.”

Klair had known I was pregnant. She wasn’t happy because she understood immediately what I had refused to do. A child would tie me to Caleb forever.

When I told her I’d scheduled the termination, relief had crossed her face before she could hide it. I hated her for that for about five minutes. Then understood.

Now I couldn’t breathe.

“I did it and he left to go tend to her!”

“I’m coming.”

“Klair—”

“I’m already getting my keys.”

“Please.”

“I said I’m coming.”

The call ended and I curled into a ball. The bathroom tile was cold against my cheek.

Klair found me there twenty minutes later. I know because she told me afterward.

She walked into the bathroom and froze. “Oh, Blair.”

I fell apart again. Klair dropped beside me and pulled me into her arms.

I grabbed her shirt like I was drowning.

“I hate myself.”

“No.”

“I hate myself.”

“No.”

She held me tighter.

“I killed my baby.”

Klair pulled back immediately. “Don’t do that.”

“I did.”

“You made a decision.”