You and I, Never to Meet Again

That night, Aaron lay beside me, just like before.

He reached out to touch me, and I moved away.

But he was still overbearing and pulled me into his arms.

"Amanda, I've arranged for a tracker. This way, we'll always know where the other is."

After saying this, he remained silent, only tightening his hold on me.

A tracker—something embedded under the skin. Aaron was serious this time; he was determined to keep me tied to him.

Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and his breathing grew heavier. It seemed like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

I crawled out of bed, and he didn't notice.

I went to the bathroom and pulled out a small pill from my sleeve.

The doctor had said that once I took it, the baby would be gone on its own.

I reached down to touch my belly—it was hard to let go.

This was my first child, and it would be my last.

Having had it, it can be considered fulfilling.