AISHA
A WEEK has passed since that night when I stayed at Spencer’s apartment. And that weird gut feeling in the pit of my stomach kept growing.
And I noticed I had been feeling weird lately. If I didn’t have an aching head, I would feel weak. If not, I would be eating food. I have even grown fond of the ones I despised before. There must be something wrong with me.
As I finished taking a shower, I looked at myself naked in the mirror. I gazed at my body, but my eyes settled on my stomach.
I always put a calendar right beside the bathroom mirror, so I can look at it every time that I need to track something—my period.
My forehead formed a tight not.
“Could it be that I’m pregnant?” I mumbled to myself, with only silence answering me.
That night when I felt a pain strike my abd
