Chapter 0295


    Alittleugh sputters from me as | ce the test on the counter and Jerome gives me a little squeeze.


    “It''ll be all right, kid,” he whispers to me. “We''ll get it all worked out.”


    Jerome wanted me to take the pregnancy test there in the pharmacy bathroom, but my shocked “ew” had him rolling his eyes


    and escorting me to the car. He tried to talk me into probably a hundred other ces to take it, but | shook my head to each one.


    | understand his point — that we need to figure this out privately before we decide what to do — but quite frankly I’m shaking so


    hard right now that I can’t imagine being anywhere but home. | want the calm privacy of my own little white bathroom. | don’t


    think...well, | don’t think I''ll be able to go anywhere else.


    Jerome is obviously tense as we pull through the gate and into the garage. He turns to me as he shuts the car’s engine off. “We


    need to get upstairs fast but inconspicuously,” he says, thinking aloud as | clutch the little paper bag that holds my fate. “Don’t act


    like anything’s wrong,” he advises, “but we’re going to move fast and talk to as few people as possible. Okay?”


    “Okay,” | say, nodding fast, my breath shaking a little.


    Then he nods to me and we both get out of the car, heading swiftly for the door to the house.


    Luck is on our side — at least in this, if nothing else. We see a few of the usual people as we pass through the hallway, past the


    closed door to Kent''s office. But as we hurry up the stairs, no one takes any particr notice of us.


    Jerome strides into my room first and | scurry after him, breathing out a big breath of relief as | press the door shut and quickly


    flick the lock. | turn and head towards the bedroom but stop when | hear a buzzing noise.


    “What?” | ask, going still and staring at Jerome as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and nces at it.


    “Nothing,” he murmurs, starting to type something and then briefly flicking his chin towards my bathroom door. “Go,” he says


    before looking back down at his phone. “It’s just Daniel — it’s seriously nothing.”


    Hesitating, because everything in my life right now feels like a bomb about to go off, | hurry into the bathroom and close the door


    behind me. Then, my hands shaking like they’ve never done before, | quickly pull the pregnancy test out, rip open the box, and


    start to read through the instructions.


    Because obviously I’ve never done this before, and | want to get it right.


    Once | think | understand how to do this, | quickly move to the toilet, holding the little test shakily in my hand as | work at the


    button at the top of my tight riding pants.


    What happens if | like...drop the stick in the toilet?


    Or if I...don’t aim right? And miss the stick entirely? How will we get another one before —


    But | groan at myself, sick of my


    stupid brain and all of my ae


    Frustrated, | y kny@ahits wh


    befor esitting qo on the toilet.


    Because honestly, it can’t be that


    hard, and if | can''t do this... Please


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    But | almost do drop the test in the


    water after I''ve finished, becaugeld |


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    d | SF my room. | go still with


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    Because whoever is at my door now


    — they''re going to know somethi


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    Jerome trapped in here with me.


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    Desperate to know, | anxiously ce the pregnancy test on the counter by the sink, refasten my pants and pull open the door to


    my bathroom.


    To my shock, | see Jerome already at the crack to my bedroom door, arguing vehemently with someone in hushed tones.