Aria
I sat up, pulling down my top to cover my stomach.
“I want an abortion.”
The words left my mouth steady and clear, even though my hands were clenched so tightly in my lap my nails dug into my skin.
The doctor froze. She looked at me, surprise flickering across her face before it softened into something gentler, more cautious. “All right,” she said calmly, pulling a chair closer. “I hear you.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay.”
She studied me for a long moment, as if weighing my resolve. “I understand how overwhelming this can be. But I’d like you to take a few days to think about it,” she said carefully. “I don’t want you making a decision you might regret.”
“I won’t regret it,” I replied immediately. My voice didn’t waver. “This is the only decision that makes sense.”
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