“There must be some sort of mistake,” Andrea thinks.
“You’ve got the wrong number,” she says coldly.
“Wait, is this Gabrielle Aitkens?” the police officer asks, “The man we have in custody said that you’re his legal guardian.”
“Guardian?” Andrea thinks, “What on earth did Gabrielle do behind my back?”
Andrea’s head spins as she walks to the bathroom. She wonders if it’s the news about Gabrielle or because she’s still weak from her ordeal in the dark room. When she brushes her teeth in the bathroom, she feels sick and wants to throw up. She gags and clutches the counter around the sink. Gastric juice splatters the fine porcelain and stings her throat. Andrea wipes her mouth, and a terrible idea comes into her mind.
“What if I’m actually pregnant?” she thinks.
When she gets to the dini
