Let me explain...
So Rhonda lives with this guy called Owen, they have been fighting since thanks giving last year over something they don't even remember- and they used all their money to buy this dream home when they were still on good terms.
They are toxic, but neither of them want to leave the house for the other.
Recently though- there had been a bit of tension, the wohoo kind...
Thats the only time they are not fighting. Well, there is only one way that ends- Rhonda found out she was pregnant, she was NOT happy. She cried and threw away the test- she is a ballerina, her body matters to her.
The real reason? she doesn't want to be a mum?? She cannot be a mum???
Owen on the other hand was overjoyed- he has always wanted to be a dad, and he felt like this was his chance. He was even willing to make up with Rhonda and apologise for ever breathing too loud or whatever nonsense she was mad at him for that week.
They went to one class a month later. Rhonda was showing. She also stopped on her way from the store to buy a pair of beige stockings, tiny enough to fit a baby...
Then- while Rhonda manned her food stall, she felt something wet trickle down her thigh, and her stomach felt... wrong.
That was when she and Owen made the tense ride to the hospital, and hours after futile surgeries- the doctor delivered the sad news...
Owen is devastated; Rhonda was too- but she feels guilty about that. I mean, she didn't want this kid; now she feels hollow?
Rhonda wonders deep inside wheather if she is given another chance, she would want a baby of her own- and her answer is slowly leaning to- yes.