AdaSure enough, Damson shows up once the sky darkens, and he’s in a bad mood. I watch as he moves around the room, doing this and that. I’m not paying attention to any of it. My period is late—by a few days, yes, but it’s still concerning because this never happens. And now, I’m imagining the worst. In another situation, I wouldn’t think this way, but now that I’m locked up and my future is no uncertain, I’m horrified by all the possibilities and all the things Damson could do to hurt me. I can’t be pregnant. Max told me about the vasectomy, which is why we never once used protection and I don’t take contraceptives. Naturally, if I were pregnant, it would be a rare case—but he had his procedure done when he was eighteen. That was a long time ago. Screwing my eyes shut, I force myself to stop. I’m being highly anxious—my period’s probably late because of the high stress I’m being put through. I shouldn’t be ridiculous. When I reopen my eyes, Damson is staring directly at me. “
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