The Friend Who Knew
I. The pregnancy test was positive. Stephanie held it between her fingers like it was something fragile, like a bird that might fly away if she squeezed too hard. "Look," she said, holding it out to Alex across the table at the Bushwick cafe. Steam rose from their matcha lattes. Outside, a delivery bicycle rang its bell and a man in a suit shouted into a phone. Brooklyn was doing what...
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