The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with Adriana's racing heart as she sat stiffly in the clinic's waiting room. The antiseptic scent that filled the air was familiar, yet it still made her stomach turn. Her fingers gripped the crumpled patient form in her lap, and the words "gestational period: 12 weeks" stared back at her like a harsh reality check.
Her phone buzzed violently in her Gucci handbag, making her jump. The sudden vibration was startling in the quiet waiting area, and she could feel the nurse's disapproving look on her. Adriana tried to open the bag, her manicured nails caught on the gold hard material that was on the bag’s clasp. When she finally pulled out her phone, the caller ID indicated it was not a saved contact. An Unknown Caller.
Her thumb hovered
