My Child Has No Father Now

Summary

Jason said something to me once. I held onto those words for four years.

He’d looked deep into my eyes and said, “The person who pulled me out of that water is the person I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.”

I had smiled back then—a quiet, knowing smile. He didn’t know how close I’d come to dying at the bottom of that freezing river just to drag his broken body to shore.

But that was before. Before I was seven months pregnant, and Cynthia pushed me down the stairs from the second floor.