My prayers go unanswered. As I stand in my apartment's bathroom, I stare down at the pregnancy test stick. The plus sign stares back at me.
As if to taunt me that the things I’ve wanted were only achievable in this manner.
“He walks away from our marriage because I can’t give birth. And here I am, no longer hoping for a baby.”
A baby. I can’t even believe this is happening. I’m starting to feel a tad bit distressed by this reality.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
“You should tell Ryan,” The voice in the back of my head states.
As if going a bit crazy, I laugh at my own suggestion and speak aloud back to my mind. “Ryan? The man who cheated and f****d your cousin to get her pregnant?”
I groan, throwing the pregnancy test on the bat
