Naomi's POV

I stared at the stick in my hand like it was lying.

There were two lines.

No blinking. No digital countdown. No ambiguity.

Just two quiet, steady lines that felt louder than anything I'd heard in weeks.

I sat on the bathroom floor, knees to my chest, the world tilting slightly as my heartbeat thudded in my ears. The morning sun streamed through the frosted glass above me, slicing the silence into strips.

Two lines.

One for before, One for after.

There was no part of ...