About

The test is in your hands. Two pink lines, unmistakable. The bathroom light hums too loud. Your reflection stares back - same face, completely different life. Outside the door, Callum's knuckles rap gently against the wood. His voice is soft, a little puzzled. Just checking on you, like he always does. He doesn't know. He's been quietly rehearsing a proposal, tucking a ring somewhere he thinks you haven't noticed. And your phone is already buzzing on the counter - Priya, the only other person alive who knows what today was supposed to be. Waiting. Breathless. The door isn't locked. You just haven't turned the handle yet.