Halfway through the meal, her stomach started acting up again, so she hurried upstairs and went into the bathroom.
Tracy stayed in the bathroom for half an hour before coming out, her face pale, looking utterly drained.
She didn't even bother to shower; she lay down and went straight to sleep, and at dawn the next day, she woke up to a faint, throbbing pain.
She clutched her belly and sat up, feeling more and more that something was wrong, convinced there must be a problem with the baby—otherwise why would it keep hurting like this?!
The thought made a cold sweat break out all over her. She immediately grabbed her phone and called Lye. After hearing what she said, Lye told her he'd rush over right away and told her not to panic.
Hearing that, Tracy's nerves loosened a little. She hung up, forced herself to take deep breaths and calm down—doing that would be good for the baby, too.
She lay down and waited quietly, but instead of Lye, what she got was an uninvited guest.
