My head must be spinning. No—it is spinning.
There's no way I could be pregnant. There’s no way. I took the pills. I never missed them at that time. They don’t fail. Right?
But here I am, staring at three test sticks—pregnancy test sticks—and all three of them show the same thing. Double lines. Bold. Clear. No faintness. No doubt.
Do I need to get my eyes checked again?
I should be happy. I should be. But how do I even begin to feel that emotion? My fingers were trembling as I started sticking the test sticks back into my purse, wrapping them tight with tissue.
And that’s when someone walked into the restroom.
A tall woman in a wine-colored dress stopped mid-step, eyes narrowing like she’d caught me stuffing diamonds in my purse.
Mind your business. Damnit.
Liam must be waiting fo
