PAIGE
The walk back to my apartment was a blur of fractured light and sound. The white pharmacy bag felt like it was burning a hole in my hand, the contents inside screaming their potential truth into the quiet street.
I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking so badly it took three tries to get the door open. I didn't even bother to lock it behind me.
I went straight to the bathroom, the only place that felt contained enough for this kind of verdict. I slammed the door shut, leaning against it for a moment, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The small, sterile room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in.
Panic was a live wire under my skin, sizzling and popping, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. This couldn't be happening. This was a plot twist for someone else's life, not mine. Not now.
