CORRIE

I dragged my feet to my apartment. With all that's going on, I couldn't stop thinking about where the pregnancy test came from. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if it was from Mimi, but it didn’t make sense—it was out in the study room. Since I didn’t even put it there, who did?

I straightened my back, trailing to my apartment. I had just finished tutoring Emery—more like babysitting her. I took longer than usual because I was trying to locate Emmette's bedroom. I almost got lost, so I gave up. At this rate, I won’t find Emery's birth certificate.

I heaved a sigh; I was already close...