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Next, we stop at the doctor. He works for me, and I’ve booked out time for him to check Grace over. He’s collected her medical notes, and I’m hoping it’s good news because if he tells me she can’t have children, our journey will end here, and that thought bothers me. I’m getting used to having her around.
“Everything looks fine,” he tells me.
“She can have children?”
“You could’ve just asked me,” says Grace, looking unamused.
“What about a scan?” I ask.
“I don’t need a scan,” she snaps.
“I can check the uterus,” the doctor says, shrugging. “Just remove your underwear and get on the bed,” he tells Grace.
“Absolutely not,” she says firmly.
“Grace,” I say with warning in my voice.
“I don’t need a scan.”
I stand, pulling her up too. I reach under her skirt and tug her underwear down. The doctor busies himself with his scanning machine while I lift her onto the bed. She stares up at the ceiling, anger oozing from her.
“It might feel a little uncomfortable,” says the doctor, squirting gel onto a wand. “If you could open your legs,” he adds, glancing from her to me. I sigh heavily when she doesn’t move, then I part her legs. He looks at me hesitantly but doesn’t argue. He knows better.
He inserts the scanner, and I stare at the black and white screen. “Everything looks fine. There’s no sign of pregnancy yet, but it may be too early to detect.”
“We’ve been trying for weeks. You tell me she’s healthy, and yet there’s no sign of a baby.”
“These things take time,” he reassures me. “If she only just had the contraceptive implant taken out, it could take time for her hormones to settle.” He looks at Grace. “Have you had a period yet?” She shakes her head. “Then I suggest waiting for that to happen before we begin to worry.”
GRACE
Outside the doctor’s office, there’s a pharmacy. “I should get some things,” I say, pointing in that direction.
“Things?” he repeats.
“Yah know, for my period.”
“Okay.” He goes to enter the store, and I stop him.
“Can I do this alone? It’s personal. The place is tiny, you can watch me from here.”
He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his wallet, then he hands me a bank card. “The pin is five-nine-one-two. And Grace,” I glance back, “don’t do anything stupid.”
I browse the shelves, stopping at the Tampax aisle and taking a couple boxes. I get to the counter, keeping my back to Ivan. The sales lady smiles, taking the boxes from me and scanning them. “Would you like a bag?”
“I need help,” I whisper, and before she can react, I add, “Please don’t give the game away, he’s watching. That man out there took me against my will, and now, he won’t let me leave and I need help.”
She continues to smile, taking a plastic bag and shaking it. “Okay. Shall I call the police?”
“Yes, but I’ll have to leave here with him or he might hurt us both. We’re in a black Mercedes S-Class. And we’re followed by a black four-by-four. All the windows are blacked-out on both. They’ll be able to spot us.”
She places my items in the bag. “What’s your name?”
The door opens. “Grace, what’s taking so long?” demands Ivan.
“Just coming,” I answer, keeping my tone breezy. “I need some Femidoms,” I add in a whisper. She nods, reaching behind her and grabbing paracetamol and Femidoms, placing them in the bag quickly.
“How would you like to pay?” she asks, smiling as Ivan approaches.
