CHAPTER 076: I Hate To Disappoint You

I pause for a second, my brain refusing to process what I’m seeing.

Two lines. Bold as hell, too. Not even faint, not even giving me room for doubt.

I’m pregnant. Oh, my god.

The stick feels heavier than it should, like it’s made of lead instead of plastic. I sink down onto the closed toilet seat, legs too weak to keep holding me up. My hand instinctively moves to my stomach, pressing against the fabric of my dress. I don’t know what I’m hoping to find, maybe a baby kick or something ridiculous like that.

Pregnant.