I lie back in the tub. Stare at the ceiling. My thoughts drift like warm water to yesterday.

“I’m sorry.”

“We could make it work…”

“No.”

“But…”

“Goodbye.”

I run my hand over my belly. We both deserve better, Baby. Your father never needs to know about you.

I smile.

Laura Pena lives in Houston, Tx. She is an English major and currently works as an elementary school teacher.