Three weeks later, Dorothy stood in the bathroom staring at the white stick in her hand. One line. Not pregnant.
She’d been off birth control for three weeks. Had tracked her ovulation carefully, made sure she and Jake had s*x at exactly the right times. She’d done everything right.
And still, nothing.
Dorothy threw the test in the trash and buried it under tissues so Jake wouldn’t see. He didn’t know she’d been testing. Didn’t know she was desperately trying to make the lie into truth.
Her period had started this morning, right on schedule. Which meant another month of not being pregnant. Another month of maintaining the lie.
She splashed water on her face and stared at her reflection. She looked tired. Stressed. Jake had commented on it last night—“You okay, babe? You seem worn out.
