Chapter 114
Brittany's POV
Two pink lines lay on the sink like a verdict.
Pregnant.
Three weeks, the hospital said. That meant the father was either Thomas or Martin. Both outcomes were a disaster. I should have felt afraid. Instead I felt the familiar, sharp focus that came before a plan.
The hotel room was small and cheap—there was just a rectangle of bed and lamp that I’d bought with the last of my cash.
I sat on the mattress, looking at my phone. No calls from my parents. No messages from Vivienne.
Thomas came to the hospital, he asked me to go back with him apologizing he was wrong for asking me out of his house but I insisted on staying out tonight, after what I did today that got me excited.
Alone. Except for whatever was growing inside me.
I could panic. I could pray. Or
