Thirty
Cassie
I fingered the rough, pale blue cloth of the exam gown I was wearing as I studied the room. It was a typical examination room. The last time I’d been in one was a few years ago when I had the flu. There was a small, black examination table covered with white sheets in the center. A folding chair sat in the corner next to a small side table with a stack of magazines. Degrees and posters hung on the wall. I reached out to touch one of them. My finger trailed along the diagram of the fallopian tube as it curved to the uterus and down the cervix.
There was a soft knock at the door. “Cassie, are you ready?” Emma’s muffled voice came from the other side.
I panicked, clutching the thin material to my naked body. “Go away.”
The door opened and Willa Mae poked her head in. “Emma
