A Prison of Ice
The day of the abortion was a warm gray day, with a very fine mist falling from the sky. We drove silently to the abortion center, and parked in the lot. “Do you want me to come in with you?” I asked. She told me to wait in the car, and to be truthful I was relieved not to go into that place.
As I was sitting there alone in my car it began to hit me what was about to happen. How can I sit here and let this happen to my baby—that’s my son or daughter they are going to kill! I jumped out of the car and ran into the building.
Read on: RFH Prison of Ice – Chapter 6
An Excerpt of Chapter Six from Redeeming A Father’s Heart