Gemma’s POV “Congratulations! The tests show that you’re pregnant!” I straightened in my chair when the words reached me, and my fingers dug into the armrests as my heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach. “That—That can’t be right,” I said, and the doctor’s smile widened as she shook her head. I noticed that her teeth were as white as her lab coat. “Yes, it is, Gemma,” she answered, holding up a piece of paper and pointing at something. “Your bloodwork came in this morning and it’s all there. You’re four months pregnant, in fact.” Four months. The number made me dizzy, and all of a sudden, I felt a surge of weakness hit and I sagged in my chair. It felt like everything in the universe had come together to play this cruel trick on me, and as I watched her mouth move I felt a burning urge to call her out as a liar. I wanted to protest, tell her that if I was actually pregnant, it would’ve been caught earlier. Not after four months. But admitting that would lead to a set of
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