A Child from an Ex

“Anya, don’t lie to me! I’m the father of this girl!” my ex-husband growls. “You lost the right to call yourself her father when you sent me for an abortion.” Emotions shake me. I take the baby out of the crib and feel that she’s burning. Again, fever. “Sorry. I was wrong,” he says in an ordinary tone. “Now I think differently.” I look at my daughter. She’s all flushed, her breathing is fast… I don’t feel well. “Ilya!” I immediately forget about the subject of our dispute. “Olechka has a fever again! We need to see a doctor urgently! Do something!”