Oh God!
Those were the first words that escaped from Hera's lips followed by a tiny gasp as she stared at the test strip in her hands. It had two bold red lines on it. Mariam had bought it for her and had shown her what to do and how to use it. She had wished that what Mariam told her before was not true, but here it was in her hands in plain red.
She was pregnant. She was carrying Bryce's child.
She couldn't help the tears that clouded her vision before rolling down her cheeks like twin rivers. What would she do now? How would she explain this to him? What would he even say about this?
"Hera, are you okay in there my child?" Mariam's voice came from outside the door. The tears continued to fall even as Mariam called out to her. Bryce would hate her.
