Chelsea sat on the edge of the bed in her dorm room, her hand trembling as she held the phone, deciding what to do. The positive pregnancy test was in a plastic baggy on her nightstand. Why she’d decided to keep it these past few days, she couldn’t say. Maybe she wanted some proof. Or maybe she thought seeing it first thing when she opened her eyes was the best reminder that she had to figure out a way to get out of this without her brother killing anyone.
She’d made an appointment at the university clinic the day before and had the test confirmed. They’d recommended a list of local obstetrician/gynecologists she could make an appointment with. She had insurance, through her dad, but using it would mean she’d have to tell him. There were also some other low-cost clinics she could visit th
