“Wait!” Emma cried out.
Evan stopped and turned to look at her, a slight frown on his face. “What is it?”
By then, Emma had scrambled out of bed and planted herself in front of him. “What are you doing?” she demanded, tilting her head up at him defiantly.
“...Using the bathroom,” Evan replied, looking confused but answering nonetheless.
Emma blocked his path, pointing toward the door. “Go use one of the other rooms. I need to use this one.”
Without waiting for his reaction, she darted past him into the bathroom and slid the glass door shut.
Evan was left standing there, momentarily stunned. After a second, he muttered, “So weird,” and turned to leave the room.
Inside the bathroom, Emma quickly gathered the pregnancy test and its box. She couldn’t find a good place to hide them. Throwing them in the trash was too risky; Evan might see them when he showered.
Left with no choice, she opened the cabinet under the sink, moved aside a stack of spare towels and toothpaste, and tucked the test deep into the back.
Once that was done, Emma opened the door and went downstairs. Mrs. Alvarez was already setting the table with the last of the dishes.
The dinner was exceptionally light. On the table were stir-fried beef with bell peppers, shrimp with celery, steamed egg with sea bass, and a soup.
Both Evan and Emma were from the south, but Riverside Millford was in the southwest. People there weren't extreme spice-eaters, but they certainly didn't eat food this bland.
“There’s no need to go to a hotel. You can stay here. I’m not home that often anyway,” Evan said calmly.
But under the table, hidden from view, the hands resting on his thighs had clenched into tight fists.
He knew she was serious about the divorce, but hearing her actually make plans to move out, to find another place to live, ignited a fresh wave of anger in his heart.
“Okay, that works too. But don’t worry, I’ll find a suitable place as soon as possible.”
Considering Evan was indeed rarely home, and staying here was certainly more comfortable than a hotel, Emma didn't argue and agreed readily.

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