Jillian sat on the floor with her head over the commode. For the past few weeks, she’d paid homage to the shrine. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, no time of the day was safe. “Jillian? Where are you?” Karen Ann’s voice thundered down the aisle of the store. Pushing up from the floor, Jillian closed the bathroom door, locked it, and flushed. After a splash of water hit her face she heard the knock on the door. “I know you’re in there, now come out.” Uncertain how to face her friend, she slid the door open and caught a glimpse of her friend’s face. “What’s up?” “We need to talk. Let’s go to your office.” Jillian followed while warning bells clamored in her head. She’d tried very hard to keep her pregnancy a secret but the jig was up. “Sure. What’s up?” She hoped she was wrong. “What the hell is going on?” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” “How about the fact, that I’ve found you throwing up twice this week?” “I’m not feeling well?”
