I watch the blood on the toilet paper - confirming my thoughts: I'm not pregnant.

I walk out of the toilet and down the staircase to the ground-floor. I follow the scent of my mate and it leads me to his office.

I take a deep breath as I stand in front of its door, my eyes shut. I haven't been this nervous in a long time.

"Come in, Lila," I hear his voice before I can knock.

Of course.

I grasp the door knob and enter, then stand in place. My face is blunt - no smile, no nothing.

He watches me with now squinted eyes, closing his laptop....