Lightning flashed in the distance as I sat up in bed, still fully dressed. The usual rush of morning sickness assaulted me. While Margaret assured me this was normal and would eventually subside somewhat, I had to wonder if the present circumstances surrounding my life were a contributing factor. My stomach felt wrapped up in a bundle of nerves lately with all this cloak and dagger stuff. I raced for the bathroom and made it just in time. Exhausted, I stood beneath the warm shower for what felt like hours before finally feeling human again. I slipped on my robe and went back to my bedroom to find Roc waiting for me there. One look in his eyes told me he’d guessed the truth. “You’re pregnant?” he asked incredulously. He’d obviously heard me being sick. I watched him mentally do the math and come up with the wrong answer. “It’s not mine…so whose is it? How could you do this to me, Rainie?” His instant distrust was hard to hear. I couldn’t answer him for a moment. “Oh, God, I’ve got to get out of here,”
