My mother sat in the passenger seat and glanced back at me. "Your brother's right. Why bother with some big hospital? A small clinic is cheaper and more convenient."
Less than half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a clinic.
My mother couldn't wait. She checked me in herself. "Doctor, she's here for an abortion. The sooner the better."
My head spun. I stumbled back two steps. "No! I'm not doing this!"
The doctor paused, then turned to my mother. "What's your relationship to her? If she doesn't consent, we can't proceed."
My mother's face went dark. Then she burst into tears in front of the doctor. "Doctor, I'll be honest with you. My daughter has some mental problems."
"She was assaulted and didn't even know to tell anyone. If I hadn't noticed she was pregnant, she might have just..."
"Doctor, please. She's my only daughter. I can't bear to let her give birth to a rapist's child."
What...
Just then, I spotted Rhys's car parked outside the clinic entrance.
I didn't think. I just screamed toward the door. "Rhys! I'm in here!"
The car door opened. It wasn't Rhys. It was his medical assistant, Marlene Matthews.