After driving the car and traveling for three hours, I finally set foot in this place, a place I had left long ago because many things hurt here. So many. One of them was the past where I aborted what I recognized as Blake's baby in order to separate him from Jenna. A long time ago—ten years ago.
I was a teenager at the time, but the experience of sleeping with different men felt like a challenge to me, so I did it often. And in the end, I didn't know whose seed successfully fertilized my womb.
Maybe it was the president of the school magazine club, or the basketball captain, I had no idea. That was what I wish was happen, but no. It wasn't the seed of any of them but the one person I hated the most, but everyone forced me to love him. He wasn't supposed to be the father of the baby in my womb at that time and when I told Mom and Dad, they accused me of lying. I was desperate and... Blake seemed like the right person for me to let go of those negative feelings.
