Chapter 8

I stared at the blue pregnancy self-test kit that Amy was handing over to me.

“Take it.” She implored calmy, but I couldn’t bring myself to take it.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and my heart was thumping violently against my chest. My legs felt weak and my hands were shaky. I leaned against the bathroom door, taking in ragged breaths. I was scared of the outcome; the thought of seeing ‘positive’ as the result welcomed an engulfing fear that choked me.

“Leila, do this damn test.” Amy’s voice carried through the toilet walls and pulled me out of my jumbled thoughts. My breath hitched, now remembering that Amy was still here with me. She stood in front of me, folding her arms across her chest, her eyes urging me to take the test.

“I will.” I nodded and muttered.

“Do you know what? I’ll give you some privacy.” Without waiting for my response, she stalked towards the door and exited the toilet, the door closing behind her.

I don’t want to be pr