Claire's POV
I stared at my phone until the screen went dark. The cold that settled over me had nothing to do with the rain. I didn't get drenched, I was dry and tired but my hands shook.
I could only review the past few months in my head. How everything had started and when it began to go wrong.
I had done this to myself. That much I knew.
I had let myself believe in more, in late nights that meant something, in the way he said my name like it was worth saying. I had talked myself into a future that was never mine to have.
I should have listened to my parents and ended things when they asked me to. I should have never trusted him. Never trusted myself even. I should have…
When the front door opened, I didn't move. Didn't look up. Didn't breathe.
Both hands were full. One clutched the test, its paper corners soft and worn from how many times I had unfolded and folded it again, as if the answer might change.
