You would think that at 21, Haley would know better. After all, she prided on being mature, and handling such situations with an air of maturity.
But on the first morning where she had been jolted awake by the sudden need to empty her stomach in the toilet, she had chalked it up to bad food. Even as her stomach churned at the smell of things that had once meant nothing to her and her body felt exhausted by work that she could normally complete with no problem, she denied.
Until the pregnancy test made her face reality.
Ken was still in rehab, and she had yet to be allowed contact with him; and Anna was facing enough trouble as it was. She needed to talk to someone; needed to try and make the bad feeling - that wasn’t just nausea - in the base of her stomach go away. They all carried a spare key to each other’s apartment - an agreement they came to when her and Anna had returned to Cali - and she let herself into Jess’s apartment silent; moving on autopilot.
“--Hey Jess?” She called out, twisting her hands with one another as she waited for her friend to answer. “You home...?”
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