The silence in Roman’s apartment stretched like a hair band. Desiree sat curled against him on the couch, her knees tucked under her, his arm resting over her shoulders as if she belonged there. The quiet should have been comforting, it usually was, but tonight it pressed on her chest like a weight.

Her heart pounded too loud, her breaths shallow. The test she’d hidden beneath her mattress was seared into her memory: two pink lines, clear and undeniable. Every time she blinked, she saw it ...