I hear the toilet flush, but there’s no other sound from the bathroom. I push my misery back into its proper compartment and decide to focus on what matters right now, on the potentially amazing thing happening right this very second.
I knock on the door. "Liv? Everything going okay in there?"
"I’m fine," her voices comes, muffled and a touch irritable. "I’m just doing another one."
"Another test?"
"There’s three in the box, so I just…Oh."
The oh is strange, completely devoid of emotion but also slightly stunned, as if the lack of emotion is because whatever has just happened has surprised her so much that she doesn’t know how to react yet.
I lean my head against the door with a thump, my heart flipping over along with my stomach. "Liv, does that oh mean what I think it does?"
She says faintly, so faintly I can barely hear her through the door, "There’s another blue line on the first test I took. There’s two lines."