Brandy’s POV
I lie in the middle of my bed, pillows propped up behind me as I stare at the messages between Kane and I. The glow from my cell phone is the only light in the room, casting an eerie glow around me as my gaze skims over every line of text. I can feel Kane’s worry through his words, his concern that I was sick. My chest tightens as I read again his offer to come over, to take care of me.
I should have invited him over, I wanted him to come, but right now, in this moment, I can’t bring myself to face him, I need a moment for my new reality to sink in.
It still feels unreal, my mind is refusing to believe what my body already knows. Every time I try to comprehend the truth, my mind shuts me down, that quiet whisper in the back of my head asking what if the test is wrong? It is
