got up, stomped over to the test, and picked it up. There was a quiver inside me. It started out slow, working its way to my extremities. It trembled in my veins and burned in my eyes. And when it reached my heart, it squeezed it in a vise, leaving a tight, warm sensation behind. I slid down the bathroom door, staring at two pink lines. And I bawled like a baby.
