Beck hadn't spoken to Sam in two weeks. She would lock herself in her room when Sam was home. When he wasn't home she wouldn't answer his calls or texts. They were both struggling because since they were already technically married, they couldn't tell anyone what they were going through. Beck had started a journal on her laptop to process her feelings. She locked herself in her room. She knew Sam would be home soon. She was sitting on her bed writing in her journal.

I don't know what to do. She wrote. I still can't believe Sam told he loves me. I know I'm hurting his feelings by not talking to him, but I can't face him. I can't tell him I love him too. If I do it will ruin everything. My relationships always go south, no matter how great it starts out. I can't lose Sam. I can't.

There was a knock at the door.

"I'm home." Sam said.

"Ok."

"Are you ever gonna come out?"

"I do come out." "You're just not here."

"Did you go to that doctors appointment yesterday?"

"Yeah." "I told you it was just a check-up." "I'm still waiting on some routine test results." "I'm sure everything will be fine."

"Let me in." "I miss you."

"What do you want from me Sam?"

"I want you to stop running and hiding from me." "I love you, please."

"Please go away."

"Fine." He walked away.

Two days later Sam was back on the road. After coming home from work, Beck was in the living room writing in her journal.

The doctor has wrong. She wrote. It's impossible. I can't be pregnant. It has to be a mistake. The only time we didn't use a condom was the first time and I took that pill. When I go for my appointment tomorrow, the doctor will realize she made a mistake. I'm not pregnant. Sam never has to know about this.