OCTAVIA'S POV
I passed slowly, glancing towards Helen, who understood it as a signal of our plan.. Things we had handled carefully all through the night made things better.
"Congratulations, Freya; I'm really happy for you. Nickolai would be thrilled to know this." Helen added in as Sheila walked into the room with the bowl she had been sent to bring.
Just like I had expected her eyes to linger on to the test strip which had been ripped into nits, although she could still see them, hoping it meant positive against the edge of the end, I swallowed hard a bit, nursing in every form of anger I felt.
But then Helen asked that I shouldn't take drastic steps or misunderstand anything for all the worth.
"I am so sorry; things should not have happened this way; it's the wrong time
