I thought Travis and I were building something real. He wasn’t perfect—distant, self-centered—but he made me coffee just the way I liked it, left sweet notes, and played songs that reminded him of me. I told myself love was about enduring flaws. Then came the day everything fell apart.
I came home early with a headache and found Travis kissing my mother, Linda. My world shattered. He didn’t even look sorry. Linda just crossed her arms and said I made everything a crisis. Then they both walked out like I didn’t matter. Two days later, I started throwing up. At first, I blamed the stress. Then I took six pregnancy tests. All positive. I was carrying Travis’s child.
