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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