Nina
The next day, I ran home after my classes and changed into the most nondescript outfit I could come up with for my meeting with K: a plain black hoodie, baggy black jeans, a plain black hat that I tucked my hair into, sunglasses, and a surgical mask.
“Geez,” Lori said from the couch as I stepped out of my room. “Trying to hide from the paparazzi?”
I realized how ridiculous I probably looked, but I had already prepared an excuse in the event of being seen like this.
“I have to go to Planned Parenthood,” I said.
Lori’s eyes widened. “You’re not… pregnant, are you?” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, just a regular checkup. But last time I went there were these crazy religious people outside who were ranting about how I was going to hell even though I was just there to get treate
