I went to work the next morning like nothing had changed.
That is the strange thing about carrying a secret. Life doesn't pause for it. You still have to get up and brush your teeth and find something to wear and sit in traffic and smile at the receptionist when you walk in. The world has no interest in the thing you are holding. It just keeps moving and expects you to move with it.
So I moved.
I got to my desk a few minutes before eight, put my bag down, made myself a cup of tea from the small kitchen down the hall because I had gone off coffee suddenly and completely two days ago and hadn't let myself think too hard about why, and sat down in front of my screen.
I opened my emails.
I read the first one three times and retained nothing.
The test kept appearing behind my eyes. Those
