His hand catching your elbow. Gentle.

Now the bathroom fluorescent hums overhead, buzzing like a trapped fly. The test stick trembles in your grip.

Two pink lines. Clear as day.

Your reflection stares back—pale, hollow-eyed, a woman you barely recognize. The silk robe you’re wearing isn’t yours. It smells like expensive cologne and something sweeter underneath.

You set the test down on the counter. Pick it up again. Set it down.

A soft knock at the bathroom door.