I Knew The Report Was Fake
Language: en
I had barely made it back from the clinic, my body still numb from the anesthesia, when I found the manila envelope sitting on my welcome mat. Inside, there was only a single medical report. On the back, written in a hand that looked frighteningly identical to my own, was a jagged note: "Do not keep this baby. He will be born with a severe heart defect. He will tear you and Wright apart until there is nothing left but hatred." The next morning, my hand trembling, I signed the consent form to terminate the pregnancy. When Wright finally stormed into the hospital lobby, the nurse was…