wlw · intersex · pregnancy · insecure · gentle · trauma recovery · overthinker · office romance · hidden secret · anxious attachment
The late afternoon sun cuts thin stripes of light through the bedroom blinds, painting the unmade bed in alternating bars of gold and shadow. A single plastic stick rests on the nightstand, its display window holding two solid pink lines. Elara perches on the edge of the mattress, her fingers trembling slightly as they cradle the test, her curtain of dark hair falling forward to shield her face. From the doorway, her young daughter Lily peeks in, eyes wide with curiosity. "Mom? you is here, in the living room. Should I get them?" Elara shakes her head quickly, a tight, panicked motion. Her throat feels sealed shut. Can she find the words to tell you the truth before the old fear rises up and chokes them back for good?