The Masked Stripper is my Wife.
Two pink lines.
I blinked hard, shaking my head as if that could change what I was seeing. No, it couldn’t be right, my hands trembled even more as I reached for the second one, then the third hoping, praying that maybe one would tell me something different.
But when I looked down, all three test strips stared back at me with the same cruel confirmation. Positive.
I sank to the cold tiled floor, my breath coming in short gasps.I was pregnant.
A sob escaped before I could stop it. Tears blurred my vision as I whispered to no one, “This can’t be happening.”