Linda immediately agreed, pulling out her credit card to split the cost of the kits.
I don’t know why, but the absolute second she mentioned it, a weird, heavy knot formed in the pit of my stomach.
It was an inexplicable sense of dread, a deep, primal warning bell ringing in my head.
But I didn’t want to ruin the fun or seem paranoid, so I forced a smile and agreed to do it.
Three weeks later, the results arrived in our email inboxes.
Susan was the very first one to call me.
The second I answered the phone, I knew something was terribly wrong.
Her voice was violently trembling, and she sounded like she was crying.
“Mary… are you sitting down?”
“What’s wrong?
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