At 15 - positive - followed by sterile hallways, hushed it'll-be-okays, and back-to-school sales on clothing.
Multiple tests in her twenties and thirties - all negative - each followed by fresh tears to drown out the echo of it'll-be-okays.
At 39 - positive - HOORAY! - followed by miscarriage, divorce papers, solitary brainstorming, and sipping lukewarm tea in the undressed nursery.
Today, after months of advanced technology and drained bank accounts, Gina concedes the missing blue line. Turns out 42 is not the answer after all.