I Aborted Our Second Child
Language: en
The night the digital test flashed a steady, undeniable "pregnant", my six-year-old son, Oliver, pointed at the glowing screen of his iPad. An adorable toddler influencer was dancing on the screen. "That’s my sister," he said, his voice eerily flat. I let out a breathless, nervous laugh, assuming it was a joke, and gave his forehead a playful flick. "She lives all the way in Seattle, sweetie. You’ve never even met her." "She has a million followers," I added, trying to bring him back to reality. "Don't make things up." "If you want a sibling that badly, how about Mommy makes you one?" I…