“No. I got tested because I kept skipping … periods.” She lowered her voice, and her eyes flashed toward me as she said it. Her mouth twisted, and I realized she was embarrassed to talk about this with me there. I wasn’t sure if I should be looking away like I hadn’t heard, or something, but I decided that’d be significantly weirder and settled for nodding. “Like, I’d get it one month, then the next few it’d disappear. And obviously I couldn’t be pregnant. But Mom has it, too, so she had a hunch. Turns out she was right.”
“So, what does that mean?” I asked. “Is it … like, is it bad?”
What I meant to ask was, can it kill you? But I felt like that wasn’t the most tactful question.
“Well, it’s not amazing. Like it could affect my fertility, and it’s going to be something I’ll have for life
