Jocelyn’s Choice

Prologue

I sat on the floor in the tiny bathroom and debated whether I should reach up to the counter and check the stick I had just peed on.

It had been over five minutes, more than enough time to get the results I was dreading.

I’d thrown up twice since starting the test, but I was getting used to that.

I had been throwing up for over two weeks now.

At first, I thought it was just the stress I felt over him leaving. It wasn’t until after he went back to Yale that I realized I was more than three weeks late.

Three weeks and two days, to be exact. I didn’t have to look at that test to know what it was going to tell me, because I already knew.

My stomach did another flip just thinking about it.

The July heat wasn’t helping, either. I hovered over the toilet, pulled my long hair out of the way, and emptied whatever was left in my system, which wasn’t much.

I stood up and rinsed out my mouth, my gaze veering over toward the pregnancy test. My hands trembled as I slowly picked it up.

I forced myself to look. I needed the confirmation.

Two pink lines . . . no shock there. I even knew exactly when it happened. The day of the week, and where we were. But, how did I let this happen? I knew the answer to that too.