I had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I was now pretty sure I knew what the doctor would tell me what was wrong with me. I was terrified. Scared of what I thought was true would mean for me. For Dillon’s and my relationship. What it would do to my family and how my work would take it. I was barely eating anything. If I wasn’t feeling sick, I was sick with worry. The last two nights I’d been so exhausted from work and keeping busy I’d fallen into bed without waiting to Skype with Dillon. Tonight though I wasn’t cooking and I was relaxing with my family so I intended to stay up. Parking my car in the parking lot of my favorite restaurant, I was running late to meet my family for dinner. I hadn’t even been home to change. I was working overtime so when I asked for time off next week my boss wouldn’t hesitate. Grabbing my handbag I opened my car door and slowly stood, shut my door took a deep breath in and slowly let it out and then ran into the restaurant.
