Two Pink Lines

Clara

“Well, I guess that settles that.” I muse, staring at the image dominating the narrow screen of my smart phone. Granted, it was sent by the woman I saved as “Satan’s Mistress” in my contacts and is centered right below the photo of Vera and Thorne in bed together, but there’s no mistaking the sight of a positive pregnancy test.

I’ve taken enough home tests in my life to understand what the