Melissa sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her heart pounding as she gathered the courage to ask the question that had been gnawing at her mind. She looked at Vincent, who stood by the window, his back turned to her. The silence between them was heavy, almost suffocating.

"Vincent," she began softly, her voice trembling, "do you... do you think we should consider aborting the baby?"

Vincent remained quiet, his gaze fixed on the world outside. Melissa watched him, her eyes searching for any hint of his true feelings. After what felt like an eternity, he turned to face her. His eyes, filled with certainty, seemed to say...