After finishing the call with Bethany, Sullivan went to the bathroom to wash up.
Just as he entered, he heard a strange sound. Looking inside, he saw Clara hunched over the toilet, vomiting.
“Clara, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” Sullivan hurried over.
Clara was dry heaving, tears streaming down her face. Seeing Sullivan approach, she waved him away.
“No, no, don’t come over here. My stomach is just a little upset.”
Sullivan frowned. “An upset stomach? Should I take you to the hospital?” He had a 1030 appointment with Bethany, leaving him an hour to take Clara to the hospital.
“No, no need. I just ate some spicy food yesterday, it irritated my stomach a bit. It’s nothing serious.”
Clara kept her head down, avoiding Sullivan’s gaze. She hadn’t decided whether to tell him about the preg
