Fallon
Three weeks later
The mornings have become unbearable. Each day begins the same way: a rush of nausea that leaves me clinging to the edge of the toilet bowl, my body convulsing as I empty what little I have in my stomach. This isn’t normal, even for the stress I’d been under. Deep down, I know the truth, a truth I am not sure I want to face. The signs are there—my missed period, the ache in my breasts, the overwhelming exhaustion that seems to seep into my bones.
I’m pregnant.
The realization has come slowly, creeping in on me like a shadow. And as much as I try to push it away, to deny what I know is happening inside of me, it becomes impossible to ignore. A part of me is terrified; the idea of bringing a child into this violent world, into a life controlled by Leone and his ru
