ELENA TORRES
For some reason, it was only a few hours before the tests that what would happen if any of them proved positive started to bother me. I had not necessarily thought about all of that, too distracted by my heartbreak and ruined wedding plans.
Now, it was among the few times in my life that I wanted to be negative.
I was able to find some pretext to throw Sarah off my secret by telling her a little bit of the truth.
“I will be going to the hospital for some tests, honey,” I told her when I was just about to begin preparing.
“Are you fine?”
I went to the mirror and looked at the pale skin on my face and the red underneath my eyes, new features of me unintentionally highlighted by Sarah every time she looked at me and became worried and heaped newer curses on the s**t Licker
