Chapter 5

Vicky’s POV

[A few weeks later]

I was trying to go on with my life, but Devin was a constant thought in my mind.

I was there at his funeral, but I kept hidden in the back.

I didn’t want to make a scene at a funeral. After all, no one knew who I was.

All my efforts in the past few weeks have gone to keeping food inside me.

This damn nausea didn’t want to go away, and today Ana finally convinced me that I needed to see a doctor ASAP.

So here I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital with Ana in tow because as stubborn as she was, she didn’t, believe me, I would go at all.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess these days and the worst part was that I couldn’t tell anyone what was really happening to me. I had a suspicion that I was even throwing up because of Devin’s death. It was all just too much for me.

And still, I kept quiet.

Suddenly a little girl, who could not be older than 2, ran around the corner giggling, and righ