CLARA

#Chapter94 CLARA Twenty years ago… I’m sitting on the toilet bowl, my feet tapping an impatient rhythm on the floor. I’m cursing my luck and every decision that has led me to this point. I’ve peed on the pregnancy stick and I’m waiting for the two pink lines to appear. In my gut I already know I’m pregnant; using this pregnancy sick is a mere formality. My period is twelve days late and if I have not suddenly developed a serious hormonal imbalance in the last couple of days, I’m pregnant. I can’t believe I could be producing cells for a new person inside my body right now. I can’t be in this situation, I just can’t. I close my eyes and try to erase every bad decision that has led me to this point. I want to undo that night I spent with Samuel because I don’t even know what he’s going to say when I tell him about it. My phone beeps with the timer I set up for the test to load up. I stand up, constantly giving myself a pep talk that everything would be alright, and pick up the test f