The Breaking Point
I tried to reason with her.
To remind her of everything—of the bond she had built with Sarah, of the way things had always been.
But she wouldn’t listen.
Instead, she became more defensive.
More insistent.
“If you push this, I’ll cancel everything,” she said.
And just like that, the wedding we had planned—the future I had imagined—was suddenly conditional.
Not on love.
Not on commitment.
But on whether I was willing to exclude my own child.
