My heart flutters. Holy shit.
“Hallie. What?”
“I don’t know when my last period even was.”
I rub my scalp.
“Think, Hallie. You had one just after Ben cheated, right?”
I nod slowly.
“Did you have one after that?”
“Fuck. I don’t know.”
My life has been a whirlwind lately.
“Okay. So maybe what, six or seven weeks? You’re normally regular, though.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and look down at the test in my hand.
“I really don’t think I’ve had one.”
I know it now.
And I’ve just told Conan that we’re done, done. Because I panicked. Because he makes me feel too much.
The night after the club, when he held me while I slept—it was everything.
I felt whole again.
But he really fucking hurt me.
“Come on, Hallie. Let’s just do this,” Lily says gently, holding out her hand and helping me stand.
“What if it’s positive, Lily? What do I do?”
She rubs my back as the panic starts to rise.
“Your body, your choice, Hallie.”
I rest my head on her shoulder.
It would be a little part of me—and the only man I’ve ever loved.
That’s the only answer.
“I’ll go upstairs. You can use the downstairs,” I tell her, and I dash up to the bathroom.
I let out a shaky breath as the door clicks shut.
After I pee on the stick, I wash my hands and find myself sitting on the hard floor, hugging my knees with the test lying face-up on the tiles.
And I just stare.
Waiting.
As two lines appear, I pick it up with trembling fingers.