Three weeks after Ethan's visit, I started feeling sick.
At first, I blamed the heat. Then the stress. Then the terrible coffee Daniel kept bringing home from the gas station.
But when my period didn't come, I knew.
I bought a pregnancy test at a pharmacy 3 towns away, far enough that I wouldn't recognize a single face. I sat in my car with the box in my lap for 10 minutes before I finally opened it.
Two lines.
Positive.
I didn't tell Daniel right away.
I waited until that night, after Lily was asleep. We were in the kitchen. Daniel was washing dishes when I walked up behind him and rested a hand on his back.
"I'm pregnant."
The plate slipped from his hands.
It hit the floor and shattered.
Daniel stood perfectly still, water dripping from his fingers as he stared down at the bro
