Chapter 6

"It's been a quarter now," he stood, straightening his silk robe, his voice colder than winter. "Will you resent me forever over that undeveloped fetus? Or perhaps," He suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes, "you're prepared to throw away our five-year marriage over a clump of cells?" So, in his mind, our child was just a disposable clump of cells. "Get out!" I lashed out at him, kicking and hitting wildly. "I never want to see you again!" Anker clearly hadn't expected such fierce resistance. He froze for a second, then turned and slammed the door, his Italian bespoke shoes striking the marble with angry clicks. The bedroom plunged into dead silence. Cold spread from my feet to my whole body. I suddenly missed Joanna desperately—my only friend. If she were here, she'd fight for me. Charlotte's sugary voice drifted through the door: "Anker, how could she do that to you? Let me see where she hurt you…" Since the abortion, Charlotte had somehow become a permanent fi