"Okay," Joana said, gently directing Michaela away from the bathroom before another wave of nausea hit her. "I'll go to the doctor. Go check if Lina has breakfast ready for you, okay?"
"Okay." Michaela sounded unsure about leaving Joana's side, but she complied and scurried off to the kitchen before Joana retched into the toilet for the second time that morning.
After the ordeal, Joana was certain there was nothing left in her stomach to expel. She shakily put on a comfortable dress and made an effort to compose her appearance before heading to the living room with her purse in hand.
Elijah sat at the small round table with his cup of coffee upon her entrance, while Michaela sat across from him, enjoying her plate of toast and bacon. Elijah didn't look up as Joana entered, treating her
