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Two Lines & A Lie
The waiting room smelled like lemon cleaner and nerves. A low hum buzzed from the fluorescent lights above, too bright, too white, like they were trying to bleach every anxious thought out of the air. It didn’t work. My hands kept twitching in my lap, rubbing slow, frantic circles against the inside of my wrist like maybe I could scrub the panic out of my skin. I stared at the peeling magazine in my hands but didn’t read a word. Pregnancy Today. Cute. The cover had a glowing woman in white linen and perfectly styled waves. She looked like she’d never cried on the floor of a bakery bathroom while holding a stick that changed her entire life. I bit the inside of my cheek. Three minutes felt like thirty. “Brielle Taylor?” My head snapped up. The nurse had a kind smile and eyes that loo
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