Chapter Twenty-six: If Ever There Is
The sound of animated ponies giggling on screen filled Rachel’s apartment as she sat curled up on her couch, wearing her favorite unicorn onesie pajama. A fluffy blanket was draped over her legs, and she was holding a stick of banana cue—banana coated in melted brown sugar, fried and caramelized into sticky perfection.
She took a bite, savoring the sweet comfort it brought her.
Banana again.
Lately, she noticed a pattern—banana ice cream, banana chips, banana cue. Her cravings had been oddly specific, and though she kept telling herself it could just be hormones or a weird phase, she couldn’t shake the growing suspicion clawing quietly at her thoughts.
Rachel’s hand rested subconsciously over her stomach. It didn’t feel different. There was no bump
