Annabel’s POV I exhaled, shaky and tight. Then, slowly, I flipped the tube, eyes still closed, muttering my last prayers before opening them. I stared frozen, I didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t move. Two sharp, undeniable pink lines stared back at me. Solid. Bold. Loud. My knees weakened instantly, and I lowered myself slowly onto the cold bathroom floor, my back pressing against the bathtub. The air suddenly felt too thick. My breath too thin. It was like my whole body forgot how to function. The tube looked at me, judging. You are pregnant! You are fucking pregnant, Annabel. For your father’s son. My fingers shook so badly I dropped the test. It clattered against the tiles, the sound heavy through the silence. I pressed both hands to my face. “No…. no….. no… not now…..” I whispered into my palms, every word cracking. At this point, I just wanted to throw myself off any cliff, punch my stomach, or scream to the heavens for one miracle, just one. This was not how I pictured
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