Somewhere tonight, she is there. I don't know her name. I don't know what has brought her to this place. I don't know what she looks like or what her background is or what makes her laugh or what her dreams for this baby are. But I know that she's out there. She might be scared. She might be confused. She might feel alone or angry or completely unsure of where to go or what to do. Maybe she's not sure if she can continue with this pregnancy. Maybe she's trying to just ignore the life inside of her. Maybe she has been abandoned, forsaken, kicked out and without a place to go because of this baby. Maybe she feels like all...
