What Are We Even Doing?

One line.

Relief floods through me so fast my knees buckle. 

“It’s negative,” I say, half laughing. 

Nikki gasps. 

I drop my elbows onto the counter and let my hand fall onto my palms. “Oh, my. It’s negative.”

I want to cry, want to shudder as the tension and anxiety leaves my body like it is b...

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