Peter PoV
"No, please, Peter," my mother said in a pleading tone. "She could die. She's still very young and it could damage her body. What if they use unsterile instruments, or they do it carelessly? That's dangerous for Eva's safety."
I looked at them, my mother and sister, hugging each other on the couch. Both of them looked at me pitifully, with swollen eyes and trembling lips.
I growled and slumped on the couch, angry at myself, angry at everyone in the world, angry at the ridiculous situation that had happened to me lately.
"I will see Leora and if necessary, I will kneel in front of her, begging her to allow one of the doctors in her hospital to abort your sister with the correct procedure," my mother said again. She looked at Eva and stroked her stomach which still looked fl
