Chapter 159: Reese Knew

Savannah I gripped the paper bag containing the pregnancy test strips tighter against my chest as if it were some forbidden object I wasn’t supposed to be seen with. The air outside felt heavier than usual, or maybe it was just me—weighted with nerves, with the possibility that something inside this tiny bag could change everything. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that there was even a chance I could be pregnant. Not entirely, anyway. Maybe my period had just been delayed because of stress. That was reasonable enough. I’d been drowning in stress lately—emotionally, mentally—so maybe this was just my body’s way of waving a white flag. Yes. It had to be that. Clinging to that fragile thread of hope, I opened the driver’s door, still clutching the paper bag like it was my last secret on earth. Lizzie was already inside the car, grumbling as she scrolled through her phone. She’d been in a mood since earlier, ever since we stopped by the house to pick up her things. Apparently