Now I wondered whether I had been praying for the wrong thing.
Perhaps what I needed most was not a baby.
Perhaps I needed the courage to face the truth about the man sleeping beside me.
The next morning, I woke up feeling nauseated.
At first, I blamed the stress.
Then I realized my period was late.
I sat on the edge of the bed, counting the days in my head.
Could it be possible?
After six years of disappointment, could my body finally be giving me the news I had waited so long to hear?
I didn’t want to become hopeful again.
Hope had hurt me too many times.
But I couldn’t ignore the possibility.
I decided to buy a pregnancy test.
And before I even reached the pharmacy, I made another decision that I knew could destroy whatever remained of my marriage.
If Kelly wanted to believe that I was pregnant, I would let him believe it.
