Chapter 0293


    We drive in silence. My anxiety takes full control of me and | sit with my arms wrapped around my legs, my chin on my knees,


    my dirty boots t against the leather of the seat as | stare nkly out the windshield.


    From the corner of my eye | can see Jerome ncing at me anxiously every few minutes, but | don’t look at him. | don’t do


    anything on the surface, but inside my mind is screaming.


    What the — what the fuck am | going to do?


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    “There,” | say, my voice monotone as | fling a finger out to point at the chain pharmacy I''ve been waiting for, the one we pass


    every day on the way home. “Stop here, Jerome,” | order.


    “What?” He asks, ncing at me again. “Fay, why? What do you need? Are you — are you sick?”


    | don’t answer but he slows the car, pulling into the parking lot anyway. When the car rolls to a stop | unbuckle my belt, but before


    I can step out of the car Jerome grabs my wrist. | pull hard, trying to tug away, but again he won''t let me.


    “Stop,” hemands, and | look angrily up into his face. “Tell me what’s going on,” he insists, his hand tightening around my


    wrist. “You were happy all day, and then | find you in the stall basically catatonic, staring at the wall, panting like you’ve run a


    marathon? And then you tell me to stop at a pharmacy? What’s going on, Fay?”


    “Back off, Jerome,” | snap, ring at him. “This is my business. Not yours.”


    And then | push the car door open and climb out. Jerome groans and lets me go, but when | nce over my shoulder as | m


    the Lexus door shut behind me, | just see him staring at me out the windshield, totally baffled.


    Good, | think. Because it’s going to be reallyplicated to keep this quiet if he’s watching me pick out a pregnancy test.


    I stalk into the pharmacy, following the signs and quickly finding the family nning aisle. There, | crouch down and stare at my


    options, looking through the neatly packaged pregnancy tests with their pink and purplebels, trying to find...


    | don’t know...the right one?


    And as | start to panic again, wondering...shit, do | just buy one? Or some kind of...multipack? And which one... Do | need the


    early result one? Fat chance on that, considering my period has been gone for six weeks —


    So...the one that tells you in words? Or one with a blue stripe? Or...this one is...pocket sized...


    But who the hell would need a pocket sized pregnancy test?


    And as | crouch there, staring


    frantically at all the options, the


    words on the packages starta blur


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    lip starts to shake, and | hang my


    head, and fall back on my ass and


    begin to sob in the middle of the


    pharmacy, tucking my face against


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    Fuck. Fuck. What the hell is going on with me?


    “Fuck,” | hear someone whisper, echoing the words in my mind.


    | flinch as | look up to see Jerome


    standing over me, his eyes wide,


    looking slowly between\me andyhe\


    neiustetnsirye before me.


    en he crouches down next to me,


    staring at me unblinking as | sniff and


    try to pull myself together. “Are


    you...are you serious, Fay? Are you...”


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    | shake my head vehemently. “I don’t know,” | murmur, looking back towards the pregnancy tests.


    “Fay,” he snaps, suddenly grabbing


    my arm and yanking medowerdst\\


    makiggmia @28p-2s | look at


    hth. “Who the fuck is the father?!”


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