Flora's POV
The ride to the clinic was quiet, the steady hum of the car engine matching the nervous thud of my pulse. True to my word, I kept my phone in my hand the entire time, sending Eugene updates just to keep him from blowing up his own office.
In the cab now. The driver is careful, don't worry, I texted as we pulled away from the house.
His reply was almost instant. Keep your eyes on the road. Let me know the second you walk through the doors.
When the car finally pulled up to the clinic, I paid the driver and walked inside the quiet, cool lobby. The smell of antiseptic instantly made my throat tighten, a tiny ghost of yesterday’s nausea flaring up before settling down. I walked to the reception desk, checked in, and sat down in one of the vinyl chairs.
I’m here. Just checked
