Theaella

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With a deep breath and a curt nod at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I decided.

This was the perfect opportunity to achieve a goal, and it seemed silly not to take it simply because it wasn’t in my plan. It had landed in my lap. Or, more accurately, my uterus.

With that resolved, I stood, set the pregnancy test on the counter, and got down on my knees to empty my stomach.

I swiped at involuntary tears from my cheeks as I stood and turned to brush my teeth. A rush of irrational sadness arrested me. Because all I truly wanted was to tell my friends. Not for vioidation, but because they were the people I shared everything with. And the comfort of shaaring this with them was something I thought I might need, judging by the unfamiliar twist in my chest.

But they were all gone, living