Maya 

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 I–I’ve never removed my uterus,” I said, my voice trembling as my hands began to shake uncontrollably.

“Are you sure someone didn’t do it without your consent?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure! I don’t even visit the gynecologist regularly. I’m just here to know if I’m pregnant because I’ve been having unprotected sex lately,” I said, my chest rising and falling .

“Hmm,” he muttered, glancing down at the papers. “You saw the ...