Micaela administered tests all day, but one more awaited her when she got home that evening. This one was self-paced, self-evaluated, and could not be corrected.
She peed on the stick and said a prayer. Three whole minutes, huh?
She stood, saw herself in the mirror, and felt compelled to move closer—close enough to study her irises, her pupils. She wondered if one could detect pregnancy in one’s eyes. She pulled back to observe her entire face. This will all work out. I love my family, and this is what I want. I want to stay.
Already, she was protecting the child within her.
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