18

I was in my classroom, attending a self-study session when someone suddenly called my name from behind. I turned around, and to my surprise, it was Linda. Ever since we got split into different classes last year, we rarely crossed paths at school, and I had missed her a lot.

I walked over to her, and she pulled me into a quiet corner before cautiously asking, "Hey, Kathryn, do you have any cash on you? Can you loan me some?"

Noticing her pale face, I couldn't help but ask with curiosity, "What do you need the money for?"

She hesitated for a moment, then finally, with a determined look, uttered two words, "Abortion."

Hearing that, I was so shocked that I nearly jumped out of my skin. She quickly covered my mouth to keep me from making any noise.

"Whose?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"It's the chauffeur from my family," she replied.

I clenched my fists.

"Have you talked to your folks?" I urged. "He's just the chauffeur they hired. You're the one who runs this household!"

At her wor