As I stood there in the pharmacy aisle, my heart pounded like a drum. Jessica, on the other hand, went ahead to scan the shelves filled with various pregnancy tests. After not much deliberation, we picked three different brands for the test and headed to the counter, my mind racing.
We left the pharmacy with the small white nylon clutched tightly in trembling hands. I began to think of what my next step would be if I was actually pregnant.
The drive to my house was a blur filled with anxiety, and as I entered my house, I made a beeline to the bathroom while Jessica followed behind me.
As I was about to go inside, I turned to look at Jessica. “ If I am actually pregnant, just know that the father is Mathiel Don,” I said to her before I quickly slipped into the bathroom, not wanting to se
