CHAPTER 9
That night, Caroline skipped the Christmas party and stayed home, not to make a statement, but because she was exhausted. The medication had helped somewhat—instead of throwing up several times per day, she now managed about once every other day—but between the mess at work, uncertainty over her professional future, and trying to grow two babies at once, her stamina had collapsed. She ate a quick dinner of chicken and broccoli and went right to bed.
Victor slid in beside her and took her in his arms.
“Are you going to sleep now?” she asked drowsily, noticing the clock read 8:30.
“Probably not, but you look so pretty I want to hold you. Are you okay?” His warm brown eyes filled with concern.
“Yes. I’m just really tired,” she admitted. “This last week has been too much for me.
