I spoke too soon. Things were too perfect, and the universe always has to disrupt perfection. In all my years of making dumb mistakes, I never did this. I was always smart and took measures to prevent this scenario. And, although it’s always been possible, I never once considered it could happen to me. I thought I was too smart for this. I don’t even know how we got here. Clearly we messed up somewhere.
I don’t know what to do! How do I handle this? Oh, Watcher! What will Winston say? How did we let this happen?? I suppose none of that really matters now. There’s no use spinning my wheels trying to figure out if/when I forgot to take my pill or if Winston didn’t strap up. What’s done is done. I can’t conceal this, and I surely can’t hide in the bathroom for the next week. I have to go out there and tell him.
