“How much did you hear?” Grace sighs. Hannah offers a wry smile. “All of it.” She places her cupped hands beneath the automatic faucet and fills them with water. She proceeds to rinse out her mouth before her eyes find ours in the mirror again. “You okay?” I fret. She slowly shakes her head. “I’m starting to think no.” A knot forms in my stomach. “What’s wrong?” “I might need a…um…pregnancy test.” Silence crashes over us. It lasts about a second before my loud gasp reverberates in the air.
