I don’t even know who the father was. I fooled myself into thinking I wasn’t pregnant until it was becoming very obvious. I had to do something. I booked myself into the clinic, only my boss knew. I told no one at all. We were all in a line of beds with a curtain between each. I was 23 weeks pregnant. The first woman started screaming as she was first in the line. But I still did not get off the bed. It was like a factory. I still can’t talk about it. I went to work the next day and pretended nothing had happened. This was 30 years ago.