Petty tossed her bag down as soon as she got home and headed straight for the bathroom. She grabbed a pregnancy test, read the instructions, and did everything carefully, just like it said. Afterward, she set the test on the counter and waited.
Her heart raced, drumming in her chest, and she clenched her hands just to hold herself together. Five minutes ticked by, each one dragging slower than the last.
One red line.
Her whole body slackened with relief. Still, underneath, there was a nagging ache and a tightness she couldn’t quite shake. Just to be sure, she waited a while longer.
The result didn’t change.
She went through two tests, both giving the same answer. Petty stared at them, lost in thought. She really had just been overthinking it all. She wasn’t pregnant.
Suddenly her phone went off, chiming again and again. Messages kept flashing up. All of them came from Owen.
She didn’t even bother opening them. Instead, she blocked him on WeChat, then blocked his number, her face blank.
...
Not long after Petty left Misty Vale, a black Bentley rolled out of the gates and headed toward the hospital.
When they arrived, Franco pushed the car door open before Jay could get out. Another car had gotten there just a minute earlier.
Laura sat in her wheelchair, watching Franco walk toward her, a gentle warmth wrapping around her heart. Since it was Christmas break, Franco had been home more often. These days he dressed casually, his hair tousled, looking unbothered, yet he still had that presence about him, the kind that made everyone else shrink back.
Laura’s heart pounded. She smiled. “Franco, I thought you forgot today was my checkup.”

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