But oh God, how she wanted to stop taking the pill. She wanted that so much. Every time she went to the cabinet in the bathroom and took the tablets off the shelf, every time she popped one out of it's little sealed foil and plastic pouch, she just wanted to flush it down the toilet. She would look at herself in the mirror and force herself to do the right thing. Doing the right thing, so she could do the wrong thing. Forcing herself to swallow the tablet. But it was so hard. So difficult.
Why?
Because she wanted to have Terry's baby.
She wanted to have her son's baby.
She never told anyone. She certainly never told Terry. It was her darkest secret. It was her most forbidden thought. She kept it only to herself. The craving was so powerful, so intense, it almost frightened her. It was
