It started with shortness of breath and a tightness in my chest. I went to the hospital behind Sean's back and had myself examined. Dr. Chavez looked at my results and told me:
"Miss, you're pregnant."
The joy had barely touched my heart before his next words crushed it:
"But your heart is in very poor condition. If you insist on carrying to term, we could lose both you and the baby. Our medical team's recommendation is to terminate the pregnancy."
It was snowing lightly that evening, so Sean came home late. He walked through the door with a grin and handed me a roasted sweet potato.
"Worked overtime today. Boss gave me an extra fifty bucks, so I figured I'd get you something nice. Eat it while it's hot."
I cradled it in both hands, the heat turning my palms red, but I couldn't bring myself to set it down.
He crouched in front of me, eyes bright.
"Elaine, once I land a big payday, we'll move somewhere with proper heating. You'll never have to freeze again."
I looked at him. At his reddened nose. At the light in his eyes. My throat closed up.
I laughed through my tears, broke the sweet potato in half, and held one piece out to him.