I stared at Brenda, her words echoing in my mind.
"Pregnant?" I could barely form the thought, let alone speak it aloud. My stomach churned, and I pressed my hands instinctively against my abdomen, as if that simple gesture could shield me from the storm building inside.
Pregnant. It was such a overwhelming word, one that would change everything about my life and I don’t even think I was ready for this.
Brenda's sharp gaze cut through my silence, her voice steady but filled with urgency. "Amira, you need to find out. You can't live like this, wondering."
I swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in. She was right, but I wasn’t ready to face it. Perhaps, not just yet—Not when my mind was still reeling from that all that had happened to me the past few weeks before this day.
