I Aborted Our Second Child

Summary

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."