I held her hand. We weren’t quite twenty years old. I wasn’t sure what decision I would have made, I’m still not. All I knew was that she was the one whose opinion mattered in this moment. Today it was her choice, and the most I could do was try to be there for her.
The doctors and nurses walked us through what to expect. We weren’t the only ones in the clinic that day, and they had the routine down. And, yes, there were people outside shouting and holding up pictures. Her boyfriend came as far as the waiting