{"text":"The walls were coming down around me, but still, I couldn't imagine telling the truth. Not now. It was too late. How can I tell Mom and Dad what we'd done? It would ruin everything. It would ruin their image of me; it would ruin every thought they'd ever had about who I was. It would be another death.Another loss. Another miscarriage.","author":"Dana Reinhardt","tags":["consequences","death","lie","truth"],"id":7953,"author_id":"Dana+Reinhardt"}