I stare at the small plastic stick on the bathroom counter, waiting. The instructions said to wait three minutes, but I’ve been here for over five, anxiously hoping for two lines that still haven’t appeared. I let out a loud breath, my shoulders sagging in disappointment.
There’s nothing. Not even a faint shadow of a second line.
“Of course, there’s nothing,” I whisper to myself, a harsh laugh escaping my lips. “Why did I even bother?”
I know I can’t be pregnant. There’s been no missed period, or s*x that could have led to this. I haven’t been with Mike in months, and Ric... well, Ric and I haven’t gotten that far, even if my mind has wandered there. So why did I even take the test?
I scoff, tossing the stick into the trash can. “Stupid,” I mutter under my breath, wiping my hands on a
