CHAPTER THIRTY – ONE: SHE WANTS IT GONE
CHRISTINE’S POV
I WAS PACING IN THE LIVING ROOM, on the verge of hysteria, by the time Isaac returned from the pharmacy.
“Here,” he said, handing me the bag. “I bought five, just like you asked.”
“Thank you. I’m sure it’s nothing. It has to be stress.”
Isaac held up his palms. “I know nothing about a woman’s cycle, but I think you should check. Just for peace of mind, no?”
I swallowed. “I know. Will you stay?”
“Of course. Go. We’ll check together.”
I went into the bathroom and opened the first box. The instructions seemed fairly simple. Hold the stick in the pee, let it sit, and read the results. Maybe I should take two tests, just to be sure.
Hands shaking, I unwrapped another box and peeled open the paper on the stick. Holding both, I sat
