Chapter 89
- MONIQUE
- I sat in the sterile, too-bright room of the clinic, staring at the white tiles and trying to suppress the rising panic in my chest. The doctor had been kind, patient even, as she went over the routine questions. I had explained my nausea, the exhaustion, the dizzy spells—and now, after the examination and a round of tests, I waited for answers.
- It didn't take long.