Three Days Late

HAZEL

Back in Cade's apartment, my mind is reeling. I can't stop staring at the date on my phone. Pursing my lips, I glance out the window towards the distant sounds of sirens.

Three days. My period is three days late.

I squeeze my eyes shut. No. Absolutely not.

Stress can delay a period. Panic attacks can. Losing your dream role can. Public humiliation on the internet probably can too.

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