Chapter 4

Priya held the bottle under the pharmacy lamp and went completely still. "Nora." Her voice dropped. "This isn't a vitamin. It's birth control. The mini-pill." "How sure are you?" "I've been an ER nurse for nine years. I'm sure." She turned the bottle. "How long has he been giving you these?" "Every morning." I heard myself say it. "For five years." She set the bottle down like it might burn her. Five years of crying in the bathroom. Five years of blaming my body. Five years of holding his...