Lillie

No, I don't believe it. There must be a mistake with the tests. Perhaps it's some kind of joke. Yes, maybe that's it, and this man who's trying to be my father has teamed up with him to mock me.

My eyes are wide open in shock. I can't say anything more. I shake my head. This can't be possible.

"There must be some misunderstanding. I don't think she's sexually active," Lionel says, visibly worried and somewhat agitated.

"No, sir, there's no misunderstanding. The pregnancy tests came back positive, and the chances of a blood test being wrong are very low."

So, it's true. I'm pregnant. But what about the pill I took? Did it not work, or maybe I took it too late?

"I don't understand why," I reply vaguely.

"If you engage in unprotected sex, that's the cause," the nurse adds.

Does she think I don't know that? Does she think I'm stupid?

"I know that very well," I mutter. "What I'm trying to say is that I took the pink pill, the morning-after pill."

"Perhaps it didn't work if more than