Scarlett

I stared at the small stick in my trembling hands, my breath caught in my throat. Two lines.

Two pink lines. That’s all it takes to shatter my world for the second time in as many months. I stared at the pregnancy test until my vision blurred, willing the lines to fade, to reveal this as just another cruel joke. But they remained, blunt and undeniable against the white plastic.

My legs gave out, and I slid down the bathroom wall to the cold tile floor. His child. ...