(Millie POV)
Adrianna knocked on the bathroom door at nine forty-two on a Wednesday evening. I was sitting on the closed toilet lid with the second test in my hand. The second test had been more conclusive than the first. The second test had the word YES in digital letters and not the two lines I had been staring at for a week, and the word YES was a thing my hand was holding the way a hand holds an object it cannot put down.
I had been sitting in this bathroom for forty minutes because Adrianna had asked me to come down and chat, and Adrianna asking me to come down and chat had become the thing Adrianna did when Adrianna wanted to know something she had decided to find out tonight, and I had not yet put my face back into the kind of face Adrianna could find things in, and the bathroom h
