After ten minutes or more of trying to find the string in different positions, I collapsed onto the toilet with my legs spread and tried one last time to find it. I fished around for it, my fingers moving in all different directions.
And nothing.
Nothing!
It wasn’t inside me. When did it fall out? How long has it been?
When did it fall out? How long has it been?“Sage!” Laila called from right outside the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
Heart pounding, I snapped my head up from between my thighs and stared at the closed door. My pants were on the ground, my fingers covered in my p***y juices. I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t know what to say.
Yes? No? That I don’t have my IUD anymore?
Yes? No? That I don’t have my IUD anymore?Should I ask her to help me find it? Maybe I just
