A Week at the Women’s Clinic
“Don’t kill your baby!”
The protesters waved signs spattered with blood and tiny dismembered limbs. They loomed over Shayla like lightning clouds, threatening to strike. She had her hand on the window pane of Jade’s car, drawing a heart in the dew, when the man in the hunting jacket appeared.
“Repent!” he spat. “There’s a special place in hell for women who kill their babies!”