Rising to my feet, I grab my purse and dump the contents on Dr. Heltzer’s desk. I don’t care that I’ve made a mess and I ignore the concern in Blackie’s eyes as he stands. My hand closes around the orange prescription bottle. Blackie narrows his eyes as I rear back my arm.
“Don’t,” he warns.
Tears roll down my cheeks and suddenly, I’m that little girl standing at the curb watching as a speeding car crushes her little brother. I couldn’t control anything then, but I can now. I don’t have to wait for the pain to hit. I don’t have to be helpless.
“It’s my decision,” I cry, throwing the bottle across the room. “And I choose our baby over everything.”
Over me.
Over you.
Over all.