Chapter 95. Hi, Mama. I Found You.

Rae:

The sharp shrill of the blaring alarm slices through the quiet of my three-bedroom house. I groan into the sheets, slap the snooze button, and burrow back under the covers.

Just one more minute. Just one more.

But before I can fully drift off again, a nauseating wave rises from my chest to my throat.

The next second, I’m out of bed—sheets tangled around my legs—racing into the bathroom.

And then—

Everything comes out.

Right into the toilet bowl.

I slump to the floor, rubbing slow circles into my chest. I hate this feeling.

I stay like that for a while, head resting on the cold tile wall, until I’m steady enough to stand. I walk to the mirror.

And smile.

Weak.

But still—

A smile.

I rinse my face. Brush my teeth. Head to the kitchen.

Not just for tea.

A full course meal.

Ever since I discovered I’m pregnant, sleep has become my shadow. So has hunger. I eat like I’m feeding two ar