“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.” I automatically touch my cheeks, surprised to find they’re wet.
“Did someone come for an abortion? Don’t rush—you’ll regret it. Better go to your boy and discuss everything again.”
“Why did you think I have someone?” I snap back. “Maybe I went out and got him myself.”
“Went out and got him?” He smirks, studying my face. “No. Too many ‘buts.’ I’ll drive you where you need to go. You’ll have time to come back to this cesspool.”
“There’s nowhere for me to go, okay?” I whisper in despair. “And there’s nothing to discuss with my boyfriend. He said he’s becoming a father too early. After that, we broke up.”
“Olyabyeva!!! Are you going?”
“So eager to gut her?” the man looks at the nurse coldly over my head. “Stop yelling. I’m giving the little one a chance to change her mind.”