Hana was sitting up on the side of her bed, her hand loosely placed on her belly. She had hardly eaten anything for breakfast. The steaming cup of herbal tea on her tray had already been cold for some time.
If she had not noticed the changes of the vitamins on the vitamin bottle two mornings ago…
A chill ran down her spine.
The pills were the same, but the pungent smell and the strange metallic taste had already sent up the red flag. A hasty visit to Dr. Tina had only served to verify her worst fears—the pills had been adulterated. Substituted with something that, taken regularly, could bring on catastrophic complications—or even worse.
A miscarriage.
The memory caused her fists to clench. She would not allow anyone to hurt her unborn baby.
Her best friends—Anna, Dr.Tina, the keen-ey
