If it was positive, I would have to decide what to do about a pregnancy in a marriage that was falling apart.
I took a deep breath and used the first test according to the instructions.
Then I waited.
One line appeared.
Negative.
I used the second test.
The result was the same.
I sat on the closed toilet lid, holding the tests in my hands.
For six years, I had dreamed of seeing two lines.
Now that I had another reason to hope, I was staring at the same single line that had broken my heart so many times.
I cried quietly, then wiped my face.
I had told myself I would use this situation to buy time, but I couldn’t continue pretending indefinitely.
I needed to see a doctor and understand what was happening with my body.
I also needed to decide whether I was prepared to keep living with Kelly.
