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inutes were the l

m. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a sterile, indifferent w

was paranoid, broken, a woman dri

finish th

my belly, feeling the gentle curve of my five-month bump. The baby

silently. I'm sorry I

e lab door

his face pale and grim. In all the years I'd known him, I'd never seen that expr

ice came out

ted his eyes.

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hand was trembling. "The pri

etonated i

ears, drowning ou

pros

ed in combination with Mifepristone for medical abortion

thing worse. Somet

was linked to a catastrophic risk of severe birth defects. Möbius syndrome. Limb abnormalities

wanted to get r

surgeon, the perfectionist-would have no choice but to terminate. He would get what he wanted, and

uld be spotl

month. Every morning, he had

h went out

at, the sound of a soul ripping in two. The lab report fluttered down beside m

there. Minutes. Hours. The w

the tears stopped.

eet. But at the center of it, something was hard

st the cold floor. My arms held my weight. I ro

lab report aga

that could be traced. A drug that required a p

ew how to build a case that would stand up in cour

p the report. My hands w

d up my