Quinn watched herself from outside her body. A girl lying curled on the bed for hours—motionless, silent. Mother sitting next to her, father pacing, repeating the same things and asking the same questions over and over. Why is she saying it isn't Jesse's? She hasn't been with anyone else, has she? She's so far along—over three months—how can she not have known? Why is she still insisting this isn't possible? Clearly it is! How can she still say she's a virgin? They aren't upset that she had sex—they just need her to admit it!
Between unanswerable questions, they murmured to each other and on their phones. Quinn vaguely realized they were making arrangements to take care of this. Arrangements to make the nightmare go away. Because it had to be a nightmare. It couldn't be real. Virgins did not get pregnant. Except in stories.
