Kyra POV
Kyra ~ age twelve
Toren ~ age twenty-seven)
"What's wrong?" He's towering over my bed, his faded leather jacket dusty from the ride he just came back from.
I roll over onto my side, away from his stare, and pull my blanket up higher, almost covering my head.
"It's just my stomach."
The weight of his body sinks the side of the bed as he sits beside me and his hand lightly touches my shoulder.
"Kyra? Are you sick?"
Another cramp tears through my stomach. I'm pretty sure I'm dying. I want my mom. The last thing I want to do is talk about this with him.
Grinding my teeth, I force myself to answer him.
"I'm fine. My stomach just hurts."
"Did you eat something bad? Have you been throwing up?"
"No, Uncle Tor. Go away."
A frustrated sigh comes from behind me.
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