Chapter 27
My morning sickness got worse, except I knew it wasn’t really morning sickness. It was Wyatt sickness. He didn’t answer any of my calls or texts, and I was absolutely sick about it.
But I had a job to do, and I needed to get the hell over Wyatt. He was gone. Our relationship was over. I was going to be a single mom in about eight months. I needed to start figuring out how to do that.
“Anything?” Laura asked when she caught me staring at the dark screen of my phone for the hundredth time.
I shook my head and tucked my phone away.
“Are you sure you can handle this?”
I nodded. “I owe it to her.”
“Then let’s go.”
I knocked and walked into the outpatient room. It was cold, as always, but the cold was bothering me more than usual the last few days.
Like my body was reminding
