CHAPTER 46
Jake’s looking at me like I’m batty. Who knows, maybe I am.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, and I wonder if I made a noise in my surprise without even knowing it.
Grandma Lucy. Is my mind playing tricks on me? I’ve gone so long avoiding all my memories from that women’s clinic. Is that why the Holy Ghost lady at church looked so familiar, or am I just confused? Traumatized?
That’s a thing, you know. Post abortion stress disorder. It’s like PTSD, but for women who have abortions. I looked it up once online.
“You’re kind of tripping me out,” Jake says.
I try to shake reality back into my body and brain. I’m not in Spokane. A flashback. That’s all this was. Maybe I do have that post-abortion thing even though I didn’t go through with the procedure.
After I dozed off and had that dr
