Indy sat in the exam room nervously tapping her feet. A paper sheet covered her lower half. She sagged with exhaustion, but Quinn’s house was done. By tomorrow afternoon, Indy would have Quinn’s stuff moved. She imagined how to arrange the furniture and where to place the dishes. Anything to avoid thinking about the doctor.
She’d already peed in a cup for the official pregnancy test. Goose bumps pimpled her bare legs. You’d think they’d turn the heat up knowing I’m waiting in here half n***d.
A light rap on the door and then it swung open. Dr. Rollins entered, holding a thick file. She’d been Indy’s doctor for more than ten years.
“Hi, Indy. How are you doing?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“Well, you’re definitely pregnant.” She waited, letting the words sink in.
Indy scrubbed a hand ove
