The fingers clenched around my phone tightened even more until my knuckles turned white. Without hesitation, I rescheduled my miscarriage from next week to today.
“Miss Luxton, are you here for the abortion procedure?” a nurse asked.
I nodded silently. Just as I was about to follow the nurse into the operating room, a familiar voice called out behind me, "Janey? Why are you here? Wait … Did I just hear you’re here for an miscarriage? Are you … are you planning to get rid of our baby?”
I turned and saw Simon.
Standing beside him was none other than Kelly Waldorf.
Before the nurse could speak, I jumped in. “You heard it wrong. I’m just here for a prenatal checkup.”
When he heard this, Simon sighed in relief. He stepped forward and tenderly brushed my messy bangs away from my forehead. “You scared me. I really thought ... Well, anyway, didn’t I tell you the doctor would come to see you tomorrow at home? Why the rush to come all the way here?”
I tilted my head to avoid his warm palm and faintly said, “I have something to do tomorrow, so I came today.”