MACEY

I can’t be pregnant.

I can’t be pregnant. 

Those words kept spinning in my head like a broken record as I sat there on the examination bed, my legs swinging restlessly off the edge.  

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I couldn’t look at Damien. I couldn’t even look at the doctor. I just kept whispering the same sentence under my breath, as if repeating it over and over could somehow make it true. 

“I can’t be pregnant,” I said ...