Zara was lying flat on her bed, one arm thrown over her face, contemplating the life choices that had led her to this moment of absolute exhaustion, and pain.
Her stomach ached, a dull, persistent cramp that warned her she was on the verge of suffering through another monthly betrayal from her uterus.
She felt so uncomfortable, tossing and turning even as she laid there, and worse, craving something super sweet. There was absolutely no sense to it, but it was what it was.
And yet, instead of being allowed to wallow in peace, she heard the inevitable sound of her bedroom door swinging open.
And she knew exactly who it was. It could only be one person anyway. The storm had arrived.
“Tell me you’re joking,” Lucy’s voice rang through the room, dripping with incredulity.
What was this a
