‘I represent your baby.’ Val, a Texas state lawyer, is laying down the rules governing New York-bound Nessa’s detainment in a Dallas airport after her flight from Los Angeles was grounded. Nessa has had the misfortune to miscarry in Texas, where abortion has just been criminalised. Now, she’s stuck in a holding room with a lot of faltering digital technology, some crackers and a juice carton, and a Christian mom of seven. If she tries to flee, she’ll face charges of interfering with a corpse.

The plot for Arlene Hutton’s two-woman drama, starring Dana Brooke and Elisabeth Nunziato, is as Atwoodesque as it is Kafkaesque (the former term is surely seeping into our everyday lexicon just as the latter did during that earlier age of extremism). And, if Hutton knows exactly what side her bread is buttered on regards the reproductive-rights debate (Val is occasionally more brittle archetype than naturalistic character), the events that play out under Lyndsay Burch’s direction are arresting and urgent nonetheless.

Blood Of The Lamb, with its flyover-state fever-dream of a narrative, presents a story of two Americas: Nessa is trapped in the wrong one. As the impacts of Roe v Wade’s rescindment continue to bite, the stories of women born and raised in pro-life states will also need to be told. 

Blood Of The Lamb, Assembly Rooms, until 27 August, 2.10pm.