#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.
