There are two lines on the pregnancy test.
A quick glance at the little key to the side of the screen confirms what I already know.
Pregnant.
I’m pregnant.
I feel everything drain from me in this moment – like all color, all life, all breath and joy floods from me as I stare at the little stick in my hands.
“s**t,” I hear Jerome say, watching my response.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Daniel hisses, turning away for a split second, his shoulders tense. I raise my eyes to watch him, to look between him and Jerome, desperate for…
For any solution.
For anything at all, now that my world has turned upside down.
Jerome’s eyes are on me. “It’s okay, Fay,” he says, coming forward to me slowly with his hands out, like he’s approaching a startled horse. And as I see the sympathy and the worry in his face,
