Obvious

Patricia Elliot

She stood tall with her head up, but she looked like she was going to snap, a face only Aly and I could recognize. The last time she looked like this was after her abortion. We never quite talked about it, she would make an excuse to leave when the conversation crept towards anything to do with babies, pregnancy, sex or mothers.

Nico always had a way of hiding things, whether it be through clothing or with witty words that shut people up and lured them to a different subject. 

For some reason, after she got the abortion, I thought about babies, my family future and whatnot. And I decided I wanted my daughter to be exactly like her. I was never good at hiding pain. If I was depressed, I looked depressed. If I cried, my eyes were red and I wouldn't put my hair in my face deliberately to change it. 

But now that I think about it, I hope Marilee-Jane is nothing like Nico. I showed I was hurting up front and I have a beautiful daughter and an amazing husband and Nico hid it and her life is in pieces. 

"Hi, we're here to register." The man in front of the Main Hall saw us coming and had his pen and clipboard ready to check our names off. 

"Names please?" 

"Patricia Elliot," I said and turned to Nico to give him her name, "Nico?" 

"Oh sorry. Nicolette Worthing." Her voice went softened on the surname. So she got married. Now I've got it figured out. "He was a jerk anyway." 

From behind I could hear someone's heels clicking against the floor hurriedly. Nico and I turned around and the man at the door got his things ready again. 

I glanced at the man and gave him a knowing look and said, "That's Alyson Sawyer." 

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