Three weeks.
That’s how long it had been since the night I slept with my stepbrother.
Since the night Caleb kissed me like I was oxygen, touched me like he’d been starving, and moved inside me like we were made for each other.
Since I ran from him without looking back.
I hadn’t spoken to him since. He texted me once. “Are we going to talk about it?”
I didn’t reply.
What was I supposed to say?
“Hey, I let you screw me without protection and now I’m panicking every time I pee?”
No thanks.
I paced my bedroom floor, my nerves stretched thin, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the unopened pregnancy test on my desk. I’d stared at the box for twenty minutes. I could already feel the truth sitting heavy in my gut.
Late.
Sore.
Nauseous when I brushed my teeth that morning.
Something w
