Her icy stare seeped into me, freezing me from the inside out. I drew a long breath and forced myself to stay calm.
"Yeah. I went through your things."
"And if I hadn't, I never would've known you got rid of our baby behind my back."
My voice shook as I spoke. I could hear it clearly, the tremor I couldn't suppress.
Every ounce of restraint I had went into keeping my composure while I faced her.
"I'm busy with work. This is a critical time in my career. The baby came at a bad time."
Elaine's voice was perfectly level. Not a ripple of emotion.
Meanwhile, I was the one unraveling. I was the one who looked like he'd lost his mind.
"Something this big, and you didn't think you needed to talk to me about it?"
I pointed at the ultrasound report. "Elaine, I'm the father. Don't I at least deserve to know?"
My voice cracked higher with anger, and all it earned me was a wall of cold indifference.
She snatched the report off the table with an impatient flick of her wrist. "Charles, reproductive rights belong to the woman."
"I want to keep it, I keep it. I don't, and nobody gets to force me."
The words landed, and then, right in front of me, she tore the ultrasound report to pieces.