"... Shit."
She glared at the test result. She couldn't believe it. Why now? Why did it have to happen now, of all times? She was an i***t! She should have known better.
"Mari?" A couple of knocks on the door. "You okay, Babe?"
She glared at the door, or more accurately, at her boyfriend on the other side. She took a deep breath. She was going to have to tell him, she'd always been bad at keeping secrets, and she hated secrets. She flushed the toilet, and unlocked the door, giving him less than a second to step away.
"No," she coldly said, pushing the piece of plastic against his chest.
He grabbed it before it fell, and she walked to the sink, washing her hands. She checked Logan's reaction in the mirror. He was frowning, reading the little device, confused.
"That's..."
"It's a
