If Andrew managed to get hold of some money, then she would be forced to give birth to the child. She was only twenty. With Andrew already laid off from an army factory, what future could he possibly offer? Even if he found work again later, it would not be anything decent either. No matter how she thought about it, this child was a burden she could not afford to have.
Vanessa had already made up her mind. No matter what, this child could not be kept.
After Vanessa finished eating, Andrew waved her away impatiently. His chest was filled with pent-up anger, and he had to take several deep breaths to barely calm himself down. He rolled up his sleeves and began packing their things, movements rough and careless, as if venting his frustration on every item he touched.
