There isn’t any shower, but there is a bathtub. One of those that you sit and rub yourself in for hours. I turn the knobs all the way to the left and let the water pour into the tub. I look around and find that next to the toilet is a big cabinet. I open it up, only to find toilet paper, soap and shampoo. I quickly look deeper into the cabinets and find pills; sleeping pills, Tylenol, Advil, and Benadryl. God seems to be on my side.

I take a handful of the sleeping pills and let them go down the drain and undress myself. The tub is practically full by now and warm, so I enter and relax. I know by now she should be wondering what I’m doing, and it’s good to make her sweat a little. Then again, why should she? She’s not the one risking her baby. I grab the pill case and place it in my hand and close my eyes.

I hear her walking towards the bathroom and I shut my eyes, but try to relax them. I want her to believe that I actually took the pills and when she knocks, I touch my stomach and hold my breath.