Chapter 16The day of the abortion, Thursday 4th March, soon came, and Angie hadn't slept a wink. It was on her mind constantly. She'd already been for an assessment; they'd offered her counselling again, which she'd refused. The decision was made and nothing would dissuade her.
She stayed in bed while John got dressed, following his regular morning routine, secure in his ignorance. She kept up the pretence of being asleep until he'd left for work. Then she rose and had a bath, remembering her failed attempts at hot baths and the other ridiculous DIY methods of getting rid of the baby.
The taxi arrived on time. The driver beeped his horn and she walked out with a small case to the car. He must have wondered why she wanted a taxi when there was a car on the drive. Hopefully he wouldn't ask
