The doctor decided to run a test.
They took my blood sample and then left the room with quiet efficiency, the door clicking softly behind them.
The silence they left behind felt louder than any noise.
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my fingers gripping the thin mattress beneath me. The paper sheet crinkled under my hands. My feet dangled just above the floor, unable to stay still.
Please let it be negative.
My lips moved without sound.
He can’t even imagine being pregnant with Zander’s child.
My chest tightened.
My father’s face appeared in my mind. Disappointment burned in my throat.
He would be so disappointed in me.
I would be disappointed in myself.
Five years.
Five years of waiting. Planning. Surviving.
Five years of holding onto revenge like it was the only thing
