Lucy Summers was at a milk tea shop with her friend, drinking and taking pictures.
She made all sorts of funny faces, trying her best to look happy.
But only she knew that she didn't feel the least bit relaxed.
Half an hour ago, she had seen the WeChat message from Renee Jennings.
But she hadn't had the courage to open the picture of the test results.
She tried to distract herself, but the results were constantly on her mind.
They would decide whether she was Lucy Summers or Shirley Sawyer.
Another ten minutes passed.
Lucy Summers finally couldn't resist picking up her phone. She opened her chat with Renee Jennings, her fingertip hovering for a few moments before she finally tapped on the image of the test results.
She read it carefully, then calmly said to her friend, "I'm going to the restroom."
Lucy Summers went into a stall, closed the door, and clutched her chest. Her breathing became difficult and ragged.
