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ASHTON
I stood in the shower, head tipped against the tiled wall, hot water raining down over me but not cleansing in the way I wished it would. Sickness riddled my body, I had no doubt. And fear owned my mind.
My symptoms were too similar to what I remember Archer dealing with to be anything else. Memories of my twin in the hospital haunted my mind, and I couldn’t handle the thought of enduring what he had.
My desire to have children had always been a driving force in my decisions throughout life, but the urgency rising inside me took my tension levels to a different plane.
Yes, I ought to see a doctor—but the thought of going to a hospital clenched my insides up to the point of pain. I heaved. f*****g again.
“No, no, no…” I whispered my denial mantra, my eyes clenched shut as th
