When I came to, the sterile white walls of a hospital surrounded me. The driver stood anxiously by my bedside; his concern etched across his face.
When I opened my eyes, the man sighed in relief, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Little girl, if you weren’t feeling well, you should’ve visited the hospital earlier. You really frightened me. Luckily, it was just a false alarm. I bought you some cereal and the fees are already taken care of."
After explaining everything, he stood up, ready to leave.
My gaze fell on the steaming bowl of cereal on the table and tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.
From the moment of that unplanned abortion until now, the first ounce of care I received came from a stranger.
Just as warmth began to fill the cracks in my heart, my phone vibrated. The screen lit up with Maxton’s name.
Without hesitation, I turned it off, refusing to answer as I once would have.
I lay motionless in bed for what felt like an eternity, mustering enough strength to finally drag myself to the doctor’s office.