Silvia
I left the exam room feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, the hospital's antiseptic smell following me like a bad memory.
"You need to eat something," Keal urged inside my head. "For both of us."
"Later," I whispered under my breath, absently touching my still-flat stomach.
My thoughts drifted back to that awkward bathroom encounter with Sofie Legacy.
Talk about being cornered—there I was, throwing up my guts, and in walks the CEO herself, perfectly polished in her designer suit while I looked like death warmed over.
"Are you pregnant?" she'd asked bluntly, those sharp eyes missing nothing, one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched in question.
I'd frozen like a deer in headlights before stammering out, "No," feeling like the world's worst liar. My cheeks had burne
