❄ Camille ❄
Five tests.
Five bright, undeniable results.
Two lines. Two lines. Two lines. Two lines. Two lines.
I sat on the bathroom floor long after the last one changed, staring at the counter like it was mocking me. Lucinda hovered beside me, one hand on my shoulder, her voice soft and steady.
“Ok. It’s ok. We breathe. We plan. We take this one step at a time. Ok? Ok,” I heard her, I did. But my body felt strange, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. Like the moment those lines appeared, everything shifted in ways I couldn’t reverse.
Pregnant.
The word didn’t feel real until I said it out loud.
“I’m pregnant,” and even then it didn’t quite feel real. My throat tightened as I glanced at Lucinda. Her eyes were wet, but I realized she wasn’t panicked. She looked proud. Happy. And
