The tears kept spilling out, despite her best efforts to contain them. She swiped at them frantically, trying to stem the flow, swallowing back the ache in her chest. She was usually so good at keeping everything bottled up tight, or at least leaving the meltdowns to the quiet of her room when nobody else was around. It was already a big enough mess, there was no need to make it any worse.

"It's just—" Sage managed after a moment, "Not as cut and dry as I thought it would be." She had hoped that giving the baby up would be easy, so that she could get her life back, but the bigger she got and the more she felt the baby move, the more she wanted to keep the baby. "I know giving the baby up is best, it's just not..." Sage trailed off because she knew she couldn't really say what she wanted to say. It wasn't what she wanted anymore. It had to be the outcome, it had to be, but it was getting harder and harder to stick to that resolve.