Then she looked.
Two bold pink lines showed in the little window.
She simply folded, like a puppet with cut strings, collapsing in a heap on the floor.
Oh God. Oh God! This can’t be happening. What are we going to do? What am I going to do?
As the room seemed to close in around her, she pulled her knees into her chest and tried to hang on to her breath.
The knock on the bathroom door nearly made her scream.
“Hadley? Is everything okay?”
Cayla.
Did she lock the door? Shit, if her sister-in-law came in, she’d see, and then Holt would find out, and…
Breathe.
Somehow she managed to push out words. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just touching up my face.”
With what makeup bag, Hadley?
But her voice didn’t come out sounding like someone had her by the throat, which was a minor miracle.
“Okay, just checking. Dinner’s coming off the grill.”
“Be right there.”
As her footsteps faded, Hadley dragged herself to her feet. She had to get herself under control. Wrapping the pregnancy test in toilet paper, she shoved it to the bottom of the bathroom trash can, hiding the evidence. Then she rinsed out her mouth and pinched her cheeks to bring some color back into it. If her eyes looked a little crazed, well, hopefully nobody would look too closely.
It was fine. Everything was going to be fine. No one had to know anything right now. She just had to get through tonight, and then she could be alone to think. Except there was Cash.
God, what was he going to say?
Nope. Not gonna think about that now. Can’t even consider it. I just have to get through the next couple of hours.
Which meant she had to avoid her lover at all costs, because he was totally going to know something was wrong.
“It’s fine. Everything is fine.” Hearing the panicked edge in her own voice, she plastered on a smile and went to go earn her Oscar.