WILLOW
I knelt in front of the toilet, gripping the edge of the seat as another wave of nausea rolled through me.
My stomach felt like it had been thrown into the middle of a violent storm.
My skin was clammy.
My hands were shaking.
I closed my eyes and drew in a slow breath through my nose.
Just breathe.
Don’t throw up.
Please don’t throw up.
I heard footsteps behind me.
A moment later, Lexie appeared in the bathroom doorway.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stood there.
Watching me.
I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my head.
After several seconds, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Would you stop staring at me like some kind of f*****g creep? You’re freaking me out.”
“I think you’re pregnant.”
My eyes flew open.
“What?”
“Are you pregnant?”
The question hung be
