Back then continues...
Sarah
I stand in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, staring at my fake pregnant belly.
Every day, I told myself I'd come clean. I will tell Matthew, my parents, and then Rebecca.
But then, I chicken out.
I knew I couldn't fake a baby bump. Not with my mother's form-fitting wedding dress alterations scheduled for tomorrow.
So, I stoop even lower and buy a prosthetic belly.
They were expensive, absurdly so, but I didn't hesitate. I selected the "16-week" model and paid for overnight shipping.
Because I am a horrible, shameless person.
When the package arrived the next day, I tore it open with trembling fingers. The prosthetic belly lay nestled in tissue paper, flesh-colored and eerily realistic. It came with a special adhesive and detailed instructions for application.
