“Sooner or later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Jane moved as fast as she could, given the fact she was five months pregnant.
The last few months had been difficult adjusting to her pregnancy and planning for her wedding. It hadn’t been an easy feat, given the fact she’d fallen into the category of women who experienced morning sickness twenty four seven. She had spent so much time hugging the toilet, they had become intimate friends. Her doctor had tried to help, prescribing medication approved for pregnant women but nothing helped. She’d been so desperate at one point, she’d tried a few herbal remedies, but had stopped after being cautioned by her doctor about the potential ramifications on her pregnancy and unborn child.
