A month. It had been a month of her self-imposed exile to her bedroom with nothing but cats and the occasional visits from her parents and brothers. She was bored out of her ever-loving mind but there was one thing which kept her on the cusp of going absolutely insane was not knowing if she was pregnant or not.
She was late. Two weeks, almost three, late, if she was sticking to the calendar on her phone. She knew she must get a test and decide next steps, but it would mean having to go to a drug store with a guard who would be watching. She couldn’t ask Gabby or Shamia because then she’d have to confess, she’d done the dumbest, most selfish thing on the planet when it might be for nothing. No point in ruining her friendships if it was simply stress causing her to be late.
She cursed the
