Desiree had never felt so small standing in a pharmacy aisle. The bright fluorescent lights hummed overhead, exposing her like a guilty thief. Rows of cold medicine, vitamins, and bandages surrounded her, but her eyes locked on the small pink-and-white boxes stacked neatly on the bottom shelf.

Pregnancy tests.

Her hand hovered for a moment, trembling. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting someone she knew to appear, maybe Ivy, maybe even her father storming down the aisle, ready to ...