The morning came beautifully as if the horrors of last night's squabbles did not happen at all, except for the fact that the vase that should be there, on the hallway going to my room is not present.
"Miss Forger, please go back to your room," Mrs. Harris scolded me when she saw me walking around. "Your private doctor will come later and will check on your condition again. But for now, please refrain from doing too much and just lay in your bed. First time mothers, who are in their first trimester, should be careful about miscarriage."
I smiled coyly at her and went back to the bedroom, walking as carefully as I could. I glanced at Mrs. Harris, who's following me behind and asked if I can call at home since she's also managing my time in front of the phone, taking control of my device.
