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Chapter Fourteen
Marina
My period is late, and I wake up sick to my stomach. Has it been four weeks since my encounter at that Atlanta hotel? I lost track of time for a while, as Dr. Weiss was helping me put my head back together.
I check my calendar. Yes, I flew out to Atlanta just under a month ago. I had my period a few days before that, so ... these symptoms are definitely not good signs.
Fuck.
Anne, our cook, makes me a lean breakfast of chicken sausage, scrambled eggs, and strawberries. The sausage tastes too greasy, the eggs taste like they’re dripping with butter. I nibble on a few berries and try to ignore the smell of everything else.
Anne is sixty-four and never misses a damn thing. She squints at me, her wrinkled face pulling into a shrewd little frown. “You pregnant,
