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Katrina pov
Why did she take the test results? What on earth does she want to use it for?*
The questions repeated like a frantic pulse in my mind as I stood in the bustling hospital parking lot, my fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Watching Stacy walk away with my official medical document felt like watching someone steal a piece of my own soul. A suffocating anxiety tightened around my throat. I could have stopped her. I could have snatched it back right then and there, fought her for it, and exposed her lies on the spot. But the sheer terror of causing a public scene—of letting the fragile glass house of my life shatter right there in the hospital corridor—had paralyzed me. I couldn't handle the drama. Not today. Not when my body was carrying
