After a long pause, I responded, "I'll do it, but I have one condition."
The doctor nodded, ready to listen. "Of course. What is it?"
"I want the prenatal report, the abortion procedure, and the baby's remains sealed in a box. I need them sent out."
Focused on saving lives, the doctor agreed without hesitation.
And so the procedure didn't take long. When I woke up in the hospital, I immediately contacted my divorce attorney. I instructed him to compute every marital asset Adrian and I had, ensuring I'd get the best possible settlement.
After everything was finalized, I headed to the airport and mailed the divorce papers and the sealed box from the doctor to Adrian.
Just before takeoff, my phone rang. Adrian's name flashed across the screen repeatedly, his desperate calls coming in like the relentless tolling of a death knell.
