He paused. “Coincidence. The body is strange.”
She left with a prescription for antibiotic cream and a feeling of profound loneliness. navel endometriosis
The search results were a ghost town of old forum posts and abandoned questions. But one link, a PDF from the Journal of Minimally Invasive Gynecology , caught her eye. The title was dense and impenetrable, but one word glowed on the screen: He paused
Clara looked down at her belly. The bruise was a small, defiant fist. It wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t a cyst. It was a tiny, rogue uterus living in her navel. rogue uterus living in her navel.