Katelynn nodded, feeling the pit of her stomach fall out. She would have to wait for a few days, living with the anxiety and questions of wondering. To her credit she hadn’t felt nauseous or any of the symptoms so maybe Jack was right and the test wasn’t to be trusted.
“Yes, please book me for a test. What day and time?”
The woman writes down on a card a time, in five days time, and hands it over to her. “Here you go, and…” she picks up a few pamphlets about what to expect if you’re pregnant, the early signs and what not and hands it over to her. “Here you go…”
Jack Maple 