I peed on the stick, anxiously waiting — praying, hoping, begging it wasn’t what I thought it was.
My heart thudded so loudly I swore the sound echoed off the bathroom tiles.
One line meant safe. Two lines meant chaos.
I stared at it for what felt like hours.
Then… there it was.
Two lines.
For a second, everything inside me went still.
No air. No sound. Just the two red lines staring back at me, mocking me.
I blinked once. Twice. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe…
“A false positive,” I muttered under my breath, voice trembling. “Yeah, maybe it’s just that. It happens, right?”
Behind me, Chloe sighed, her voice cutting through the silence. “There’s nothing like a false positive, Ash. A false negative, maybe. But two lines? That’s real.”
I turned to her slowly. Her expression was caug
