Mina
“Enough with the sarcasm, Melanie,” Stacy cut in dryly. “It’s not helping.”
“She’s right, though." Someone else whispered. I had a feeling it was the girl from earlier. “Even if we knew what to look for, where would we find it?”
I felt frustration bubbling up inside me. There had to be a way. There had to. “Maybe we could ask one of the older women,” I suggested. “Someone who’s been here longer might know.”
Melanie raised an eyebrow. “And risk them ratting us out? Brilliant plan, Mina.”
Yes, brilliant plan, Mina. I clenched my fist. Clearly, I wasn't the brightest of the bunch. “Then we keep it quiet,” I said. “If anyone thinks they might be pregnant, they come to me. We’ll figure it out together.”
It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was better than nothing. This was my w
