One Month later
I sat on my bed, my hands trembling as I stared at the two bold lines on the pregnancy test. My mind felt like it was spiraling out of control. This can’t be happening, I thought, my heart pounding as I read the result over and over again. The ache in my chest grew stronger with each passing second.
The nausea I had dismissed as nerves and the exhaustion I had chalked up to stress suddenly made sense. It had been weeks since my prom night with Adrian, and now I was late—two weeks late, to be exact. The test confirmed what I had been dreading but couldn’t bring myself to fully believe.
I clenched the test in my hand, my vision blurring with unshed tears. Since that night, I hadn’t heard from Adrian at all. Not a text, not a call, nothing. I had even swallowed my pride and
