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“He’s hurting, and you’re hurting because you're blaming yourself.”

“But it is because of me.”

“And there you go again. You can’t continue to blame yourself, you need to start accepting what has happened. The only thing that’s going to fix Brandon’s broken heart is you, Grace, because you're the one holding all the pieces. You need closure.”

Now I don’t have the worry of work, this is the priority. I want to see Brandon.

I stare at my reflection. The sink is now cleaner than it’s been for five weeks, and my decision is now made that I will head to London. But something niggles.

Six weeks.

I freeze.

I’m missing something quite vital.

My period.

Chapter 37

“Theresa!” I screech like a banshee. I drop to my knees and pull open the bathroom cupboard door so hard I’m surprised it stays on its hinges.

“Theresa!”

She launches herself into the bathroom, tripping over the bleach, the glass of wine in hand and splashing onto the floor.

“Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I panic and you run in with a glass of wine?” I grab a storage basket and empty it contents onto the floor, looking for the thing that will tell me my fate.

“What? I thought there was a fire.”

I roll my eyes and continue on my search. “Do you remember when you had that one night stand with that dude, that what's his face...”

“Oh, Drew. He was so dreamy, do you remember him?” She looks off in the distance. “He had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Theresa.”

“Sorry, yes, I remember Drew.”

“Yes, Drew, with his huge cock.”

She cackles, tipping her head back. “Gracie, you said cock. You never say cock.”

“Well, you remember when we had that drama of you being three weeks late for your period and you were convinced you were pregnant and you bought those pregnancy tests? The buy one get one free.”

“A brilliant deal, that. I don’t understand why they’re so expens— HOLY SHIT! You think you're pregnant?”

I fall back onto the bathroom floor. “I thought I had my period before I headed to L.A. to see Brandon. But in hindsight, it wasn’t that heavy and now I’m missing one.”

“Missing what?” she asks.

“My period, I’m missing my period, Theresa. I would be three weeks late if that was my period when I went to L.A. But what if it wasn’t.”

“Holy cock balls, that's why you’ve been feeling sick. It’s not stress, you're growing a human.”

“Why is it when I fuck up, I fuck up epically?”

“Is it a fuck-up?”

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