We both stood in the bathroom, staring at the plastic disc. The big plus symbol gazed back at us unblinkingly, its one eye refusing to morph into the minus sign we'd hoped for. I remember being hit by a flash of irony: why the hell is a "yes, you're pregnant" outcome referred to as a "positive result?"

Cali gripped the side of the porcelain sink and shook her head, her reflection in the mirror becoming a blur. "I can't be," she whispered. "I can't."

But she was.