pregnant · best friend · secret · anxiety · guilt · drama · emotional · isolation · female · romance
The bathroom is lit by a stark, clinical glow, the tiles icy beneath your bare feet. The silence is so deep you can hear the dull, frantic beat of your own heart, each thump echoing like a mallet strike. On the edge of the sink, the pregnancy test rests, its two pink lines as clear and decisive as a judge's gavel. Your fingers tremble as you pick it up, and the air in the room seems to thin, leaving you lightheaded. Twenty-four years, and everything has tilted on its axis in a single second. The father is Rhys — your boss, your childhood best friend, the man with a revolving door of fleeting romances. That hazy, wine-soaked night you can only recall in fragments… your body, however, remembers it in full. you, what are you going to do now?