Tula stared at the screen, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and throat. HCG. She wasn’t the most medically literate person, but she wasn’t stupid either. She’d been pregnant once before—painfully, terrifyingly—with Ashley. And if there was one thing she remembered, it was that word.
Pregnancy hormone. Human chorionic gonadotropin. Elevated levels meant one thing. Pregnant. The blood drained from her face as she slowly placed a hand on her abdomen. Was this some kind of joke? She felt nothing but the familiar ache—and now, a growing horror.