Todos los capítulos de Two Can Play: Capítulo 341 - Capítulo 350

PAT The hours had ticked by when I finally looked up from my desk, and I had spent the whole day buried in work I no longer remembered starting. My shoulders ached, my eyes burned, but the exhaustion in my body was nothing next to the exhaustion in my chest, because the truth was that I had not be

"I feel gravely ashamed kneeling here looking at you." He lifted his eyes then, and they were red at the rims, wet in the way a man's eyes go wet when he is fighting very hard not to cry. "But I had to face what I did. Saying sorry is not enough to beg for your forgiveness, Pat. I know that. I only

Drawing my own blood was risky. It was also the only option, because I refused to let anyone else in that lab do it. I was not about to make myself the subject of gossip before the sun had even come up. I tied the tourniquet around my arm and sat there sweating, my hands shaking so badly I could b

WARNING: This chapter may be triggering. Reader discretion is advised. PAT It started low in my stomach and spread outward, a deep and grinding pain that made me curl onto the couch in the living room, my knees drawn up, my phone clutched against my chest like a lifeline. I thought about calling Celeste. I thought about it so hard my thumb hovered over her name, and then I let the phone fall because I had already made my choice and I was going to see it through. Then the fever came, and with it a cold that sank into my bones. I was burning and freezing at the same time, shivering so hard my teeth chattered, and my throat was so dry I could barely swallow. I wanted warm water. I wanted the thick fur coat buried in the back of my closet. I forced myself off the couch and took a few steps toward the kitchen, and that was when my hands began to tremble, and a cold sweat broke across my skin, and my vision blurred at the edges until the room swam. My heart pounded so hard I could hear

CELESTE The corridor went quiet around me, and I stood there with my hand pressed over my mouth, the doctor's words ringing in my ears. Misoprostol. Medication abortion. Pat was pregnant. Pat had tried to end her own pregnancy, alone in her apartment, with no one to hold her hand, and she had nea