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Agonizing.
I lifted the test.
My stomach dropped.
Two red lines.
My breath froze in my lungs.
No.
No.
No.
This couldn’t be accurate.
Maybe it was faulty.
Maybe it misread something.
I grabbed the test again and shoved it back under the stream — even though there was barely anything left to test.
I waited again.
Hands shaking.
Heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
I lifted it once more.
Two red lines.
The panic exploded through my chest.
It can’t be.
I ripped open the second test with trembling fingers.
Same process.
Same waiting.
Same unbearable silence.
I looked down.
Two red lines.
My vision blurred slightly.
Third test.
Two red lines.
Fourth.
Two red lines.
