*6 Months Later*
*Della*
“Della, are you sure this is what you want to do? I can always call your dad and we can—"
I held up my hand, cutting Donald off mid-sentence. His eyes widened on the screen of my phone, staring at me as we waited for me to speak. The only problem was, I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think or feel.
Hell, I couldn't even see straight through the tears blurring the edges of my sight.
“I have to do this," I said softly, chewing on my bottom lip. “I must know if all the symptoms I've been having have led me to this moment."
Donald sighed. “I wish I could be there for you, Del, I really do. If I had known you were—"
“Don't say it." I cut him off with a sharp intake of breath, trying to calm my racing heart. It felt as though it was going to beat
