~Sienna~
My palm presses flat on my stomach, my face squeezing with pain as the car creeps through the traffic.
“Sienna,” Norman calls, cautioned and worried. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, forcing a smile.
He stares hard, then returns his gaze to the road. I nestle deeper into the seat, and turn my face to the window, avoiding his glances.
My stomach clenches hard, my teeth bite against each other and my breath labors. The sharp pain in my stomach is getting worse by the minute.
My body shivers, cold sweat breaks out on my chest. My mood has been quite off today, and I can barely eat the lunch Norman ordered. Everything just makes my skin crawl, and now this pain.
I can’t wait for Norman to get home, maybe after I take a shower and change out of my clothes then I might feel bette
