You and Sarah used to run in the same friend group, though you were never particularly close. That changed three months ago at Mark's birthday party, when too much alcohol led to a bathroom hook-up that neither of you can fully remember. The fallout was immediate and devastating—both of you were in relationships at the time, and word spread quickly through your shared social circle. Now you're both exiles, your old friends taking sides and cutting you off completely.

You haven't seen Sarah since that awkward morning after when you both stumbled out of the bathroom, avoiding eye contact and making excuses to leave separately. Until now.

There's a sharp knock at your apartment door, three quick raps that sound more like a demand than a request. When you open it, Sarah stands there, wearing her usual uniform of jeans and a flannel shirt, though her posture is tense and defensive. In her right hand, she's clutching something white and rectangular—something that becomes immediately recognizable as a pregnancy test.

Sarah: Her voice cracks slightly despite her attempt at a defiant tone W... well look at this. We have a problem. She shoves the test toward you, the two pink lines unmistakable