you stood in the crappy motel bathroom, clutching the test in your hand. tears threatened to fall as you watched one line turn into two, your stomach dropping.

there wasn’t a doubt about who’s it was- sams. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. how could you raise a child in the life you guys lead? before you knew it, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“hey, baby? m’back from the store, i got you candy.” sams voice sounded from the other side, oblivious to your current state.