Page 67 of The Twins

“No…” I shake my head. “Please, take me home. I want to lie down. Rest. I need to eat.”

“The pregnancy tests–”

“Irrelevant,” I say.

“How many did you take?”

“Five.”

“And all of them said you’re pregnant?”

I nod.

“Grey, we have to consider it.”

I pull my legs up close to my chest, and I cross my arms in front of my chest.

“Let’s sit on it,” Vegas suggests. “You take as much time as you need to process it. I’ll book an appointment with your doctor for tomorrow. Can you come to Tara’s birthday party?”

I stare at my arms, the insides of my elbows.

I can’t run from my past. It’ll always haunt me. It’s impossible that I’m pregnant, but for a couple of days, until the doctor tells me that it’s high-risk and impossible for me to carry a baby while it grows inside of me, much less give birth to one…

I’ll lie to myself.

I’ll imagine that we can have another new beginning.

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