Abel
She was quiet for so long I thought she might simply drive away. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "My mother worked three jobs when I was growing up. I remember falling asleep to the sound of her crying in the bathroom because her feet hurt so badly. I watched it slowly kill her, watched her miss every school play and soccer game because she had to work." Her hand moved unconsciously to her rounded belly. "I swore I'd never do that to my own child, but here I am, already failing them."
"Then let me help. Not for us, not for what we were or might have been, but for the life growing inside you."
"I can't be indebted to you, Abel. I won't put myself in that position."
"You wouldn't be. This is for the baby, not a favor to you. Keep working if that's what
