SANDI
I’d barely finished getting dressed when the pain hit.
A blinding bolt of agony tore across my lower abdomen, stretching from one hip to the other.
My knees buckled.
I collapsed onto the bathroom floor, curling instinctively into a tight ball as I clutched my stomach.
“Ahhh!”
The cry caught in my throat.
I couldn’t breathe.
Every attempt to draw air into my lungs ended in a desperate gasp.
The pain was overwhelming.
It felt as though something inside me was twisting, pulling and tearing everything apart.
Then came a soft knock.
“Sandi?”
Shari’s voice.
“Are you okay?”
“Shari…”
My voice barely existed.
The bathroom door opened.
Shari’s face appeared in the gap.
The moment she saw me lying on the floor, all the colour drained from her face.
“Oh, Goddess.”
She shoved
