What Are We Even Doing?

One line.

Relief floods through me so fast my knees buckle.

“It’s negative,” I say, half laughing.

Tasha gasps.

I drop my elbows onto the counter and let my hand fall onto my palms. “Oh, my. It’s negative.”

I want to cry, want to shudder as the tension and anxiety leaves my body like it is being pulled out of me with a force much stronger than mine. I’m not pregnant. My mind floods open, finall