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