DESIRÉE DOYLE
The more I willed myself to move forward, the harder the searing pain clawed at the inner walls of my stomach, clenching my abdomen so hard and weakening my legs that it almost brought tears to my eyes. My back and my waist hurt so badly that I was tempted to think the ache came with a needle-like pain.
Through my peripheral vision, I could see Tania shooting me one of her death glares, and it almost made me shrink into a ball underneath her heated gaze. She was staring at me and these unspoken words were hanging between us.
She was telling me a lot through our locked gazes. I needed no soothsayer to tell me that she was screaming at me in her head to get my ass together and work.
I reluctantly peeled my eyes off her when her gaze got too unbearable. I walked over to the
