Something New by Liz Lovelock

Pregnant, no, that can’t be right.
The little pink lines staring back at me don’t lie.

I can’t be, though, not to the one man I know my family will hate, although, at the time, I had no idea about our family’s past.
He said he’d call, and he never did. Now today, of all days, he decides to show up with some lame excuse of losing my number. How ironic.

I’m officially screwed. How do I tell him, better yet, how do I tell my family?