Lilac

Eratu was about eight weeks pregnant, making her eligible for a scan. Maybe if I convince her to get a scan, and she hears the baby's heartbeat, she might change her mind about the abortion. 

" I want to go with you to the clinic then," I said. 

" Why?" she asked suspiciously. 

" You will need someone to support you. It feels good knowing there is someone out there waiting for you," I told her. I saw her swallow, and she nodded. 

" Well, today is good for me, shall we?" 

I waited for her to get ready, and in thirty minutes, she was there. I drove her...