I decide that I’m stilling going to go through with the abortion. I push out the second thoughts in my head, take a deep breath and walk through the doors to where the murder of my baby begins.

“I’m here for my appointment,” I tell the girl in the front desk. She looks away from her computer and scans me.

“Name?” She asks.

“Stacie Cole,” I say. She types my name into the computer and directs me down the hall. On my way to the end of the hallway, my head fills with doubt.

Ethan said he’d be able to take care of it…

What if he can’t? I don’t want my baby living a horrible life!

But then I can have someone who really loves me just for me.

I open the door at the the hallway to an empty waiting room. Humph. Looks like not a lot of people get abortions around here. I walk up to another front desk, which is covered by glass.

“I’m here for—”

“We know what you’re here for, hun,” The lady says, “we’ll be with you in a second. But I’m required to ask: Are you sure about this?”