of Kristina Wagner.
 
 I Already Knew My Options
 
 I listened patiently as the saccharine
 
 Ms. Sweetwater outlined them again.
 
 She did confirm that should I choose
 
 abortion, my parents would not
 
 have to know. All I needed was $500
 
 and someone to drive me home.
 
 She gave me the name of a
 
 local adoption agency,
 
 urged me to consider placing
 
 my baby in a loving home.
 
 And then she asked me
 
 the date of my last period.
 
 Hard as it was, I thought
 
 back to a night up at
 
 Chamberlain Flat, when I used
 
 that period as an excuse to say no.
 
 It was the weekend before school
 
 started. Add a couple of weeks and …
 
 I gained a terrible insight.
 
 Chase was not the baby’s father.
 
 Brendan was.
 
 The Realization
 
 was like jamming a
 
 paper clip
 
 into a light socket:
 
 profoundly stunning;
 
 like cinching
 
 a garbage bag tight