Japheth
I pulled up in front of the Rutberg Women’s Health Center. Despite the fact that it was a mere forty degrees outside, I was sweating under my collar.
Since she had told me about the pregnancy, there had been very little communication. I had texted her a few times to ask her how she was doing, and how she was feeling, but after the fourth text she called me and told me to stop asking. “I’m fine, Jeff. If something changes, I’ll let you know.”
I took that as my cue to back off.
But last night I had gotten a text from an unknown number that had simply said, “Rutberg Women’s Health Center, 9:30 AM.” When I tried to call the number, I got a message that the number was no longer in service.
The only thing that I could think of was that Regina had decided to terminate the pr
