“What is it?” Daisy asks. When she pulls our clasped hands into her lap, he glances at her. “Your pregnancy test was positive.” The blood drains from my face as his words penetrate my ears, and at first, they don’t make any sense. He’s confused. He has the wrong results or something. We didn’t ask for a pregnancy test. Then, I turn toward Daisy and she’s staring at me with her mouth hanging open, tears brimming in her wide eyes, and it all feels…right.
