Intricacies of the heart
“You don’t want coffee?”
“No.”
“You always want coffee.”
“Well, today I don’t,” I snapped, a little too sharply, because the nausea was rising again.
He didn’t push. But he watched me the rest of the day like he was waiting for something to click. I ignored that, too. It wasn’t until three nights later, when I lay in bed counting backwards on my calendar that my heart stopped. I hadn’t gotten my period, in fact… I was a week late. My body buzzed with a sudden, electric panic. I slipped out of bed, heartbeat pounding in my ears, grabbed my keys, and left a confused, half-awake Crest in bed asking,
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