“Get your coat,” Jenna ordered, standing in the doorway of Erin’s apartment with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
Erin, who was curled up on the small sofa in a faded oversized sweater, blinked in surprise. “What? Where are we going? My shift at Marco’s doesn’t start for another—”
“We aren’t going to work,” Jenna interrupted, marching inside and grabbing Erin’s coat from the hook by the door. She tossed it onto Erin’s lap. “You are pregnant. You’ve been living here for weeks, working on your feet all day, and you haven’t seen a doctor once. That changes today. Come on.”
Panic immediately flared in Erin’s chest. Her hands instinctively flew to her lower belly. “Jenna, no. I can’t go to a hospital. I told you what I am. If they do an ultrasound or listen to the heartbeat, they’ll kno
