BELLA'S POV - THREE WEEKS LATER
The morning sickness is now getting worse.
I barely made it to Mrs. Kovač's bathroom before I was retching into the toilet, my whole body shaking with the force of it. Six weeks pregnant now, and the nausea had gone from been occasionally to constantly, is like a rolling wave that hit me at random times throughout the day.
"Elena? You okay, draga?" Mrs. Kovač's concerned voice came through the bathroom door.
Elena. That's my new name and new identity. The woman I'd become in the three weeks since I'd escaped Sokolov's men by the skin of my teeth.
"I'm fine," I called back, with my hoarse voice. "Just a stomach bug. I'll be out in a minute."
I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth at the sink, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. I looked like hell...
