GINGER:

Walking into the pharmacy, I march straight to the aisle with the test kits. My heart palpitates fast as I grab the first one I see labeled “early detection,” then head to the counter, tossing it down. I glance outside through the glass windows, hoping Hu doesn’t come in with me.

“That’ll be fourteen dollars and fifty cents,” the cashier says, her gum snapping between her teeth.

I slam a twenty onto the counter. “Keep the change.”

I grab the kit, hurrying past racks ...