Chapter 27When Julian woke up on Christmas morning, he was greeted with a familiar dampness, and a pain in his abdomen.
Oh no. Not again. He rolled over on his side, using the blanket as a small fort for privacy, and pulled down his pajama pants to see if what he suspected was really there. When red stains stared up at him, he sighed. It had been a while—definitely longer than a month—since his last period. Inconsistency at the beginning of his cycle was to be expected, he had been told, but part of Julian had almost wondered if he’d managed to wish it away. But no such luck. After changing into different pajamas (since it was Christmas, and he was not getting dressed until at least 2:00 p.m.), he went to the bathroom to take some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet. His skin felt hot as he
