“I sat against a wall, where the taupe paint was scratched, an uncapped pregnancy test developing in my grip. Two minutes to know what would become of me. Time passed, a whole life. I flipped the test over when waiting got harder than knowing. Two red lines on a white strip stared at me.”
Married with Two Kids, and Seeking an Abortion in West Virginia
Christa Parravani | Vogue | October 28, 2020 | 1,855 words