Sound went first, like drop out on a bad radio signal. There was a weird interruption like white noise immediately afterwards, shocking in its suddenness. Imagery flashed past my eyes as swiftly as a city landscape through a train window, yet everything I saw were people I knew, moving their arms jerkily backwards and forwards and nonsensically, like nightclub dancers under strobe lighting. And then: nothing. Only darkness. “Lizzie?” Mike’s voice cut through, clear and obvious. My hand appeared in front of me, disembodied, that positive pregnancy tester gripped in my fingers. As if that single image was enough to prompt not only my memory but my physical being, the rest of me appeared, blinking back to existence as if I had never been away. The phone was to my ear and again, I stood in front of the aluminium mirror, shell-shocked. I took a sudden, deep breath like a swimmer breaking the surface of dark water for the first time after a neverending dive into the murky depths. “Yes.”
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