Two months later
Zahara
“Here.” I hand Nera a glass of water, still holding her hair back with my other hand.
As soon as she returned from visiting Massimo this morning, she went straight into the bathroom. She’s been puking the entire afternoon.
I’m still struggling to wrap my mind around the fact that my sister is pregnant. And that her scumbag of a stalker-turned lover-boy left, disappearing into thin air. If I ever set eyes on the asshole, I’m going to kill him.
“Do you want me to get you some ginger tea?”
“No.” She slowly rises to her feet. “I think I’m good.”
I lower the toilet lid and sit down while she drags herself to the sink and brushes her teeth.
“I thought morning sickness hits only, well, in the morning.”
“I think this is more of a reaction to my conversation with Ma
