She woke up with a short of breath, sweating all over, as if she woke up from a nightmare. She was not sure if it were a dream or a nightmare. She knew what had happened, she had known all along, in her subconscious. She didn’t know if she should blame it all on the alcohol or on fate. Either way she felt estranged and isolated from herself, as if her whole world was falling apart.
She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and her life will be the same. She wanted to hide under the bed and let the tornado pass by. She knew that is not possible and it is not in her nature to hide or run away. She knew she had to face this; she needs to know an answer. She sat there for about ten minutes and took deep breaths and felt a little calm. She got up and looked at the calendar. Her period was late, was late by ten days to be exact. She calculated for a regular cycle, there is a twelve day grace period, so I have two more days to go, there is hope.
She got up, went in and took a warm shower, dressed up and when she came out, she had a plan, not a plan for her future but a plan for the day. She knew what she has to do. She placed the small box into a Ziploc bag and secured it onto her bag. She looked at the time and it was already half past twelve. She heard some new voices coming from downstairs and she remembered Char’s sister was flying in from
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