“Kinda,” I said, keeping my voice low. “But it was rough. I don’t know whether I’m going to be able to have any more kids.” My friend reached out to put an arm around me, but before she could say anything, Pops’ voice filled the corridor. “We don’t know for sure now, do we?” I turned. He was looking right at me, smiling. He meant well, I guess, but in that moment I was mad. I wanted to ask him why he thought he had the right to comment about my uterus, but I bit the words back.
