Aitana's POV
"So?" Diane asked as she carefully opened the door. "What does it say?"
I couldn't speak. The words were lodged in my throat, caught between a sob and a laugh. I just kept staring at those two pink lines, my mind racing, trying to remember the instructions. One line means not pregnant, two lines means... means...
“Aitana, you are killing me!” Diane whisper-shrieked, her hands fluttering nervously in the air. “What does it say?!”
I finally managed to tear my gaze from the test and look at her. My vision was blurry with tears, but I saw her clearly—my best friend, her face a mask of terrified hope.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I simply held the test out to her, my hand trembling.
Diane snatched it from me, her eyes scanning the result. Her breath hitched. For
