Rebecca
Everything was a blur, like a smudged painting of a memory I couldn't quite make out. I couldn’t see it, couldn’t remember it, yet it felt like I had lived it. The moment I tried to think too hard about what that woman, Kimberly, had said, my mind shut down as if slamming into a wall.
First came the dull ache, then the pounding headache, then the dizzying whirl of nausea. A wave of heat surged up my throat, my stomach flipping like a tossed coin. Before I knew it, darkness pulled me under, swallowing me whole.
Was I about to pass out? The thought sent a jolt of panic through me. That would be humiliating. Worse, what if I fell and hurt the child? I had made a promise—to Cole, to myself. I couldn't break it.
Cole.
My fading vision flickered toward him. His figure was blurred, l
