Sharing a Car, Losing a Child

Summary

As I sign the form to terminate my pregnancy, the doctor asks me for the third time, "You were willing to risk your health to keep this baby. What changed?"

I press my hand to my belly. "A bottle of essential oil."

Yesterday, the moment I open the car door, a sharp wave of rosemary hits me and sends my morning sickness spiraling. I reach for the window, but Adrian Lockwood grabs my hand.

"Don't open it. Sloane loves this scent. She'll be upset if it fades."

I freeze. "I'm pregnant. This isn't safe for the baby."