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Chapter 76

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-14 20:19:05

ELISHA’S POV

I stared at the tiny window on the test, kneeling on the bathroom floor like it might make the result any easier to handle.

Not pregnant, please not pregnant.

Please.

I’d skipped a few pills. Stupid.

I was so caught up in life between the clinic, Anthony, and Adam, that for some nights, I had just forgotten and passed out on my bed. A couple of nights, I’d just passed out and forgotten. And now here I was, silently bargaining with every god, star, and invisible force in the universe.

Please. I’ll be better. I’ll make spreadsheets. I’ll start tracking things properly. I’ll never talk to Adam again if it means this stays one line.

Just one.

One line.

I stared at it so long my eyes started to water. It wasn’t the emotional kind of water. Just the kind that comes from blinking less than once a minute.

When it became clear that second line wasn’t going to fill in, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding for what felt like hours.

I cleaned up. I flushed. I washed my hands slow
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