“Congratulations, Miss Camille. You’re about two weeks pregnant.”
For a moment, I felt my spirit leave my body.
The words floated above me, detached from reality.
“Pregnant?”
The pharmacist tilted her head gently. “yes darling. I can see you’re not too excited, darling. But blessings come in different packages. And this,” she tapped the paper lightly, “is a blessing.”
A blessing, if only you know, you would be saying that. I thought as I stared at the overly excited woman.
I couldn’t speak.
My throat felt dry. My ears rang. The world narrowed to the white paper trembling in my hands.
She softened her voice. “Wait. Let me give you something for the headache and nausea.”
She moved around the counter, returning with a small paper bag. “Prenatal supplements. Something mild for the he
