Kelly
I barely made it to the sink before my stomach twisted violently. Gripping the edges of the cool porcelain, I gasped as another wave of nausea hit me.
I coughed, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and squeezed my eyes shut.
Not again.
For the past few days, something had felt… off. It wasn’t just the exhaustion, though that had been bad enough. It was the way my stomach rebelled every morning, how certain smells made me gag, how even the scent of my favorite perfume suddenly disgusted me.
My hands shook as I reached for the glass of water on the counter. I took a sip, wincing as the taste sat heavy on my tongue. This couldn’t be happening.
Could it?
A cold dread settled in my chest as my mind drifted to a single possibility, one I didn’t even want to consider.
