Grace’s POV
I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, still sitting on the closed toilet lid where I’d been for the past twenty minutes.
Two pink lines.
Pregnant. There was no escaping the truth of the test lying there.
I was pregnant with Helena and Hunter’s baby.
The surrogacy had worked. The embryo transfer with Helena’s egg and Hunter’s sperm had taken. There was a tiny life growing inside me, a piece of my sister living on while she wasn’t.
I pressed a trembling hand to my still-flat stomach. A baby. Helena’s baby. The boy or girl she’d never know. I wasn’t getting symptoms yet because it was too soon. Only a few weeks. I’d taken one of these early tests because my period was late.
I couldn’t stop the tears then as they poured down my face.
I’d been so caught up in the guilt
