My Husband Threw Me And My Newborn Into The Rain Because I Refused To Abort Her!

I sat on the curb with rain pounding down like the sky itself wanted to bury me. Lily—three days old, barely the size of my forearm—was pressed against my chest, wrapped in my shirt while everything I owned soaked through inside three garbage bags at my feet. Cars kept passing, headlights slicing through the storm, windshield wipers smearing past me like I was nothing but a shadow on the sidewalk. I counted them. Thirty-seven cars in the first hour. Not one stopped. Not one rolled a window down. They stared, then drove away, leaving me and my newborn alone in…

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