❄ Camille ❄
I sat on the bathroom floor as if I belonged there. The tiles were cold through my leggings, and the light above the mirror was too bright, which made everything look harsher than it needed to. I rested my back against the cabinet door, pulled my knees up, and wrapped my arms around them like I could hold myself together if I squeezed hard enough.
Five pregnancy tests sat on the counter.
Five.
Two would have been reasonable. One would have been brave. Five was panic disguised as preparation. I had bought five because the thought of a false result made my throat close. It was as if more tests could protect me from the truth. And yet, I hadn’t opened a single one.
Yet.
The nausea from Larkhaven had faded, but the knot in my stomach remained. Not sickness. Tension. My body
