My chest tightened, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I gripped the back of a chair to steady myself. “I just—wanted to—”
He looked at me, impatience clear on his face. “Scarlet, I’m busy. If this isn’t work-related, get out.”
My throat closed up. The words I might be pregnant trembled on my lips, but I couldn’t say them.
Instead, I nodded, turning around and nearly stumbling as I headed for the door.
Once I was out in the hallway, I took a shaky breath and pressed a hand to my forehead. The room spun slightly, and I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.
This can’t be happening. Please, don’t let it be real.
I forced myself to stand upright. I had to be sure.
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By lunchtime, I couldn’t focus on work. My head was pounding, and my stomach felt like it was doing fli
