Three weeks later, Sienna stood in the cramped pharmacy aisle staring at the row of pregnancy tests like they were live grenades. Her hands shook as she grabbed the most expensive one—the kind that promised “early detection” and “99% accuracy.” She paid in cash, avoiding the cashier’s eyes, and shoved the box deep into her backpack.Back in her dorm, she locked the door, turned off her phone, and sat on the edge of the bathtub for what felt like hours before she could make herself pee on the stick.Two minutes later, she stared at the little window.Two pink lines.Clear. Unmistakable.Her knees buckled. She slid down the wall until she hit the cold tile, hugging her knees to her chest.“No,” she whispered. “No, no, no.”But the lines didn’t disappear.She pressed both hands to her stomach, feeling nothing yet—no bump, no flutter, just terror and a strange, quiet protectiveness that surprised her.“I’m sorry,” she said to the tiny life inside her. “I’m so sorry I’m not ready.”Tears c
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