Danielle didn’t so much wake up as she was startled into consciousness.
The blinds hadn’t even opened yet, but her door creaked open just enough to let in a streak of golden sunrise—and a silhouette holding a rectangular box like it was a holy relic.
“Pee on this,” Christina said calmly, holding out the box of pregnancy tests.
Danielle blinked blearily from her pillow. “What the actual f**k?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m asleep.”
“You were.”
Danielle sat up slowly, hair wild, mascara smudged, shirt twisted from a night of tossing. “Are you high?”
“Nope.” Christina crossed the room and set the box squarely on the nightstand. “You’re late.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your period, Danielle. You said you were supposed to start Friday.”
Danielle rubbed her face with both hands. “Oh my god, seriously? I’v
