Sarah
"Are you okay in there, Sarah?"
Sophia's muffled voice calls to me from the other side of the bathroom door, her concern evident in every syllable. My palms are slick with sweat as I sit on the cool tile floor, my heart hammering against my ribcage.
"Yeah...I'm fine. Still waiting," I reply shakily, trying to mask the fear in my voice.
My whole world revolves around this one plastic stick that rests between my fingers, its tiny window holding the answer to my future. Two more minutes and it will decide my fate.
My mind races with thoughts of what will happen if it shows two lines instead of one. Panic sets in as I consider all the possible outcomes and try to come up with a plan.
Shit...what will I do if it turns out to be positive? The weight of this question hangs heavy in th
