« I’m still too young for this, » he told me. « I have my whole life ahead of me. A baby would only be a burden. »
I stared at him.
« She’s your daughter. »
« I know. »
« Then what are you saying? »
He placed the bag beside my chair.
Inside were two bottles and a small pack of diapers.
« I’m saying I can’t do it. »
Then he walked out.
I was 64.