ALLY
I
t’s positive.
Glancing between the directions on the back of the box and the pregnancy test, I closed my eyes and let both items clatter to the floor. Bracing my elbows on my knees, I ducked my head to wallow in my misery as the stench of urine wafted into my nostrils.
“Damnit… what am I supposed to do now…” I was, for all intents and purposed, completely and utterly f****d. My faith that Roark wouldn’t ghost me was absolute, but that was based on the assumption that I could even find the courage to tell him. Mumbling to myself, I bit my bottom lip hard before reached for the toilet paper.
Wrapping the test in two plastic bags, I shoved it down into the trash bag with a grunt. My period was five days late; there was no chance that the test was a false positive. I’d gone the ent
