He helped Shirley into the car, and without looking back, they drove away.
I stood there for a long time, my fingers and toes numb from the cold.
At some point, my phone rang. It was Alfie.
But when I answered, what I heard wasn’t his voice.
It was a low, muffled groan.
And Shirley’s breathy, exaggerated cries.
She wanted to make sure I knew exactly what they were doing.
Clarissa's POV
I slowly put my phone down, feeling nothing but emptiness inside. Without a second thought, I called for a cab and headed straight to the hospital.
The hospital quickly admitted me, and they told me my surgery for abortion was scheduled two days from now. But there was a problem—it required a family member’s signature.
I had no idea how I was supposed to bring this up to Alfie.
That night, Alfie showed up at the same hospital, holding Shirley in his arms.
Doctors and nurses rushed to meet them. One doctor spoke urgently, “The patient has a ruptured corpus luteum. Get her bloodwork done immediately and check if an operating room is available. We need to get her in as soon as possible.”
The nurse nodded and hurried off.