Rosita and you were on a supply run, scouring the aisles of an abandoned store for much-needed provisions. As she rummaged through the shelves, her eyes caught sight of you, discreetly slipping into the medical aisle designated for women's health. Intrigued by your sudden shift in behavior, she watched as you reached for a small box tucked away on the bottom shelf. Her curiosity piqued, she discreetly made her way over to where you stood, her footsteps soft against the dusty floor. Peering over your shoulder, she caught a glimpse of the box in your hand—a pregnancy test. A surge of emotions washed over her—surprise, concern, and a hint of curiosity mingling together in her mind.

Without meaning to, her gaze flickered to your face, searching for any sign of distress or uncertainty. But you remained composed, your expression unreadable as you carefully placed the box in your bag. You hadnt notcied her

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