The sound of Chloe retching echoed from the bathroom. A complicated look crossed Yvonna's face.
She immediately walked over and quietly locked the bedroom door.
The vomiting gradually subsided.
Yvonna made her way to the bathroom.
Inside, Chloe had just finished throwing up.
She stood at the sink, turned on the faucet, and rinsed out her mouth.
Yvonna watched her silently.
After rinsing, Chloe braced both hands against the counter and took a deep breath.
When she looked up, she met Yvonna's gaze in the mirror.
It was observant.
Her heart lurched. Already pale from the morning sickness, Chloe's face lost what little color it had left.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the vanity.
Her mind went completely blank. 'Yvonna couldn't have figured it out... could she?'
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