Epilogue

EIGHT WEEKS LATER

Alie

I pace my small bathroom in my office as the timer on my phone winds down to zero. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. As I exhale, I open my eyes and look down at the long white stick resting on the counter next to the sink.

Two pink lines.

“Oh. Fuck.”

TO BE CONTINUED …

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