Elsa
The nausea hit me hard, relentless and unforgiving, as the car bumped along the road. I threw up over and over, my body rejecting anything I tried to consume. At first, I thought it was the pregnancy. It made sense, didn’t it? So, I didn’t give it too much thought. But deep down, there was a gnawing unease that I couldn't quite shake off.
By the time we arrived at the forest Packhouse, I was utterly drained. My legs felt like jelly as I stumbled to the bathroom. The moment I got there, I collapsed under the cold shower, hoping it would wash away the discomfort, the sickness, and the fear bubbling beneath the surface.
Before long, I heard the bathroom door creak open, and through the haze, I saw Lucas enter. His face was a mix of worry and determination as he crossed the room and kn
