“Denver, I don’t want to do this,” she said.

“You don’t have a choice. I’m not ready to be a father to my children or anyone else’s. You should have thought about precautions a month ago. I’m not even sure it's mine. Now, get in there and take care of it,” he growled. 

“Don’t put this all on me. It was your responsibility, too. Of course it’s yours. There is no one else,” she shot back. “Still, I don’t want to do this.” 

“I don’t care! I made the appointment, and I paid for it. Now get out of here!” he shouted, giving her a shove. She scrambled out of the car and walked towards the abortion clinic. She stepped inside and walked up to the desk.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked.

“Yes, my name is Lakelynn Lane. I have an eleven o’clock appointment.”

“Okay…yep, there you are. Have a seat and someone will get you when it’s time.”

“Thank you.”

She sat in the clinic waiting room, a gigantic knot in her stomach. So much had happened since her dad and brother had passed away in a car accident three months ago. She never dreamed she would be in this position. Her mind drifted back to when she got the call.

This is the prologue for the first book in the Steele Family Saga series, Someone to Catch My Teardrops.