Shelly’s POV
Sabrina and Michal prepared to cut into the cakes, eager to reveal whether they would be expecting a baby boy or girl. The air buzzed with anticipation, but I found myself gradually succumbing to a wave of dizziness, prompting me to lean against the wall for support.
My mind, a swirling tempest of thoughts, silently pleaded, hoping against hope for reprieve, as the peculiar lethargy that had plagued me for days reared its head once more.
For the past few days, my energy had been inexplicably sapped, a disquieting fatigue entwining itself around my every attempt at normalcy. Yet, I waved it off, attributing my condition to nothing more than the anxious jitters associated with orchestrating Michal and Sabrina’s grand gender reveal.
Each time I caught a glimpse of myself in
