Cierra's POV I stared at the strip, my hands trembling violently, my heart thundering so loud I thought it might burst from my chest. Two bold, cruel lines stared back at me. Positive. My breath caught, my stomach lurched, and my knees felt weak.I leaned heavily against the sink, gripping it like a lifeline. My reflection in the cracked mirror looked alien. Pale, exhausted, terrified...but also strangely defiant. I was carrying life inside me, yet I barely felt alive. Every thought spiraled. How? Why? What now?A sharp knock at the door pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.“Cierra,” Chelsea’s voice, firm and impatient, pierced the air. “What does it say?”My heart skipped violently. I swallowed, shaking, unsure how to respond. One option was to tell the truth, but the station, the handcuffs, the accusations, it all screamed danger. So I did the only thing that felt safe.“Oh....!” I let it slip from my trembling fingers and into the toilet.Chelsea gasped. “Are you serious?”I
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