Ivy’s hands were shaking as she stared at the three tests one more time.

Three tests.

All showing two pink lines.

Her breath trembled.

She wrapped them all in tissue, stuffed them deep inside the bottom drawer, then pushed her clothes on top of them until they disappeared.

Her heart kept beating too fast.

There was a soft knock.

“Ivy?” Damien’s voice came through the door.

Ivy shut the drawer fast and stood, wiping her face.

“Yes,” she said.

Damien opened the door and stepped ...