“What? No. There’s no way.” My brain was going a million miles a minute. My period had never been exactly regular, so there was no point in tracking it. But it had been longer than usual since I’d had one… “No. It’s not possible. I’m on the pill. We used condoms.”

“Every single time?” Bell pressed.

“Yes.” Every single time—except that once in the shower. “Shit.”

Caelyn pushed to her feet. “The grocery store is still open for another thirty minutes. I’ll be back in ten.”

Blood rushed in my ears, making me feel like I was in a tunnel. “People will talk if you buy a pregnancy test.” It was one of the curses of living on a small island.

She shrugged. “Who cares. People talk about me anyway.”

Caelyn’s words made my heart clench. The last thing she deserved was people gossiping behind her back. But they had since before she’d taken custody of her three siblings all those years ago. “Thanks, Cae.”

“Anytime, sister. Be back in a flash.”

Caelyn was gone, and I leaned back against the cold porcelain of the bathtub. This wasn’t happening.

Bell gave my arm a squeeze. “Want me to help you up so you can brush your teeth?”

I nodded woodenly. I went through the motions of cleaning up in a daze, nothing really penetrating my brain. When I was done, I sat right back on the tile floor. The coolness of it seemed to help my nausea and my panic. And the last thing I wanted to do was puke on my living room rug.

I counted to ten repeatedly. I sang the alphabet backwards in my head. Anything to keep myself from going crazy with what-ifs. It wouldn’t help anything to play that game. I might just have food poisoning.

Ten minutes felt like ten hours, but eventually, Caelyn bustled back through the door. “I got three different brands so we have the best chance of accuracy. Do you think you can pee?”

I nodded. I’d force it from my body if I had to. I needed to know. Caelyn handed me a small paper bag and gave me an encouraging smile. It was the same one she gave to Ava before her soccer games, even though Ava had yet to make a goal or catch a pass. The thought made me want to laugh, but I knew I would only sound hysterical, so I choked it back.

I closed the bathroom door and searched through the bag. My hands trembled as I opened each box and struggled to hold the directions steady. I did my business, capping each test and resting them on the side of the bathtub. I opened the door and met my friends’ nervous gazes. “Can someone put three minutes on their phone?”

Bell pulled hers out and tapped the screen a few times. “Got it.”