Faith stared blankly at the object in her hand, her body deadly still, as if she were frozen on the spot.
It had only been a nagging feeling that she wanted to put to rest. Put her mind at ease. She'd never expected...
She threw the test into the bin, covering it with a few tissues before flushing the toilet and turning to the sink to wash her hands.
Faith's eyes slowly moved up to the mirror and she stared at her reflection for a long moment, wondering absently if she looked different. If they'd be able to tell.
Could she do this again? Was she ready? It was so soon after Lia...
Or more importantly, was Sam ready?