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Everything around the test went black. My vision tunneled, focusing only on those two lines. My hand drifted to my stomach. I was pregnant. Holy s**t.
“Are you okay?” Karissa asked, her voice soft and concerned.
I didn’t have words. I didn’t even really have thoughts. I was a jumble of emotions, messy ones. Happy and sad. Excited and scared. And then there was the nausea I woke up with coming back to take control.
I dropped to my knees and hurled again. Toast was gone, water was gone, my entire life was gone. I was a single thirty-three year old woman pregnant with the baby of a man whose name I didn’t even know. A man who didn’t live in the same town as me. Screwed didn’t even begin to cover how I felt.
“s**t, Fin,” Karissa breathed. She put another cool washcloth on my neck and ru
