Chapter Twenty-One
Susannah
Dr. Jenkins leaned back in her chair, adjusting her glasses. After a moment, she spoke. “I’m happy to write you the letter, and frankly, I’m relieved you have enough sense to do this. I’m the first to tell you I encourage my patients not to worry about their pregnancies. I tell them the truth—that women have been having babies since the beginning of time. It’s a normal, common part of life. Yet, I don’t have many patients whose job is as grueling as yours.”
I sat on the examination table before her, chilly in the thin cotton gown I wore, twisting my hands in my lap and nodding along with her words. Before I knew it, a tear was rolling down my cheek. Dr. Jenkins stood and leaned against the table beside me, snagging a box of tissues off the counter and handing
