do with this.”
She hands me a small container. “The restroom is just outside my office.”
I get up as if in a trance, my whole body robotic, operating on automatic pilot,
and stumble to the restroom.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. How could I ha一ve let this happen . . . again?
I suddenly feel sick and offer a silent prayer while I pee . Please no. Please
no. It’s too soon. It’s too soon. It’s too soon. When I reenter Dr. Greene’s
office, she gives me a tight smile and wa一ves me to the seat in front of her
desk. I sit down and wordlessly hand her my sample. She dips a small white
stick into it and watches. She raises her eyebrows as it turns pale blue.
“What does that mean? The blue?” The tension is almost choking me.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide. “Well, Mrs. Grey, it means you’re
pregnant.”
What? No. No. No.
Fuck.
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