Lillian's perspective.
How could such a thing happen? I had been taking the pills Ismail handed me every time. Had he unknowingly bought counterfeit pills? All kinds of thoughts charged through my head.
"You should be happy," Rebecca said with a smile, nudging my temple with her finger, "You are now a pregnant lady. The floor is so cold. Up you get!"
My mind was a welter of emotions—there was worry and confusion, but I couldn't find joy anywhere. After a long while, I came back to my senses and grabbed Rebecca's wrist again. Staring at her, I could imagine the austerity on my face as I said, "Rebecca, you need to listen to me carefully: You can't tell a living soul about this, am I clear?"
"Not even the Amus family?"
"No!" It was not up for debate.
"I can understand why you don't wan
