Christina was sitting on the couch waiting for her to get back. "Hey, Danielle! How was the appointment? Did they confirm the pregnancy? Should I break out the mocktails or the chocolate?"
"Yup," Danielle said, walking straight to the kitchen for water.
Christina followed her, leaving against the counter. "Sooo... what's the scoop? Tell me everything."
Danielle didn't answer, filling the glass at the sink and then gulping it down. She refilled it.
Christina hovered, unsure whether to sit or pace. “Okay, you're doing that super intense silent thing. Should I be worried? Or is this a ‘bring snacks and backup’ kind of moment?”
“I’m fine,” she muttered, setting the glass down harder than she meant to.
“Mmhmm. That’s a lie.”
Danielle didn’t answer. She reached into her pocket, pulled out
