Simone’s anxiety made it hard for her to enjoy the massage, even though she could hear Colette sigh and hum contently every minute or so. The massage was no doubt delightful, but her thoughts, which seemed to spiral out of control, didn’t allow her to feel peaceful.
Indeed, the mere thought that she might be pregnant ruined her mood.
Before long, as they were ushered to the salon for their blow-dry, she could no longer remain still or calm. She needed to know, the sooner, the better.
“I’m going to hit the drugstore,” she declared as she rose to her feet, and Colette looked at her with puzzlement in her eyes.
“What for?” Her best friend asked, a little bit of a frown marring her face.
“I’ll be right back,” Simone told her with a reassuring smile, although she herself was panicking bey
