No professional smile.
Tonight she looked tired.
Distracted.
Almost nervous.
That alone caught my attention.
I watched as she glanced around before reaching toward a shelf.
Then my entire body went cold.
Because I immediately recognized what section she was standing in.
Pregnancy tests.
My breath stopped.
No.
Surely not.
I watched her pick up a box.
Then another.
She studied the packaging for several seconds.
My stomach dropped.
The basket in my hand suddenly felt heavier.
She was buying pregnancy tests.
I knew exactly what I was looking at.
I stared.
Unable to look away.
A thousand thoughts exploded inside my head.
Maybe she was buying them for someone else.
Maybe a friend had asked her to pick them up.
Maybe…
My thoughts died.
Because Natasha looked far too anxi
