The first wave hit before dawn.
It tore me out of sleep so violently I barely had time to register what was happening. My stomach twisted, a sharp, merciless cramp that sent me scrambling out of bed.
I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time.
I barely made it to the sink.
The retching was brutal. Humiliating. Endless.
Tears streamed down my face as my body emptied itself of something that wasn’t even there. I hadn’t eaten properly in days. Fear had been feeding on me instead.
Pregnant.
The word still didn’t feel real.
But my body clearly thought otherwise.
When I finally lifted my head, pale and shaking, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
I looked different.
Not physically.
But there was something in my eyes—fragile and fierce at the same time.
You’re not alone anymore.
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