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118: What Next

작가: Faith Odulesi
last update 게시일: 2026-06-06 09:33:45

I sat on the edge of my bed in my apartment, staring at the pregnancy test like it had personally betrayed me.

My hands were shaking. I had been so caught up in everything - the accident, Alan pushing me away, the hospital, the fear that I completely forgot I never took the after pill.

I just kept spiraling and now here I was, staring at two pink lines.

Frank stood in the doorway, watching me carefully.

“You should tell him,” he said quietly.

I let out a bitter laugh and raked my
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