The water was clear as she looked out over the bridge at the river flowing past her. It was as clear as the choice that she knew she had to make. She had to leave. She would not kill her baby. The child didn't deserve to be born to a father who didn't even want it. She could feel the baby kick inside of her as she tightened her coat. He had been really angry when she had told him about the baby - he'd even hit her. She just couldn't go back and risk both of their lives.
She knew it was a girl. She could just feel it and there was no way he could convince her to kill her own daughter. He had said that since it was his baby to and that he should decide what should happen to it. The thought made he shudder as she began to walk away. As she walked she picked up her pace, trying to escape the pain.