(Not) Your Family

— Angelina, I don’t need a child with disabilities. It’s nonsense to give birth! Ask the doctors! Our son was given a terrible diagnosis in the seventeenth week. My husband demanded an abortion. To him, the future minister, a healthy lineage is needed. Flawless reputation, obedient beauty-wife, smart and well-bred children—a perfect family from a picture.
— Tim, I can’t understand… If I don’t give birth now, then… it’s a huge risk.
— The risk of giving birth to an invalid, — he pressed the word down. — You’ll exhaust us and… this child.
— It’s not one hundred percent…
— Seventy percent is enough for me! — he cut back sharply. — Angelina, I love you, but either you agree to the abortion, or we divorce.
— Are you serious?! This is some kind of nonsense. Timur loves me. I know! Five years married, and not a single day did I feel unwanted or unloved.
— Gelya, — he gently held her, pulling her close, starting to softly run his fingers through her hair. — it’s either him, or me.
— Tim, you can’t be this cruel. You can’t choose between a husband and a son…