One Shift, One Night
Deep in my bones, where the exhaustion lived, I already knew.
I reached out, my fingers shaking so hard I nearly knocked the toothbrush holder over. I picked up the stick.
Two pink lines.
They weren't faint. They were bold, dark, and....mocking me.
"No," I whispered, the word catching in my dry throat. "No, no, no."
I sank onto the closed lid of the toilet, the cold plastic shocking my skin. My mind raced.
Six weeks since the night of the rain. Six weeks since the man with the blue eyes and the "no names" rule had walked out of his own bed and left me in the dark.
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