Chapter One Hundred and Ninety- Three
The pain spiked again, blinding and sudden, coiling low and unforgiving. Her grip on the wheel tightened until her knuckles ached. Her vision tunneled, every red light, and every passing car blurring around the edges.
"No," she whispered through gritted teeth, trying to will her body to obey, to hold on. But her body had its own rules now.
Now…
Was it her baby?
A warmth spread between her legs, wet and undeniable. She froze, heart hammering in disbelief, panic rising behind the disciplined mask she had worn for so long. The realization hit her in a wave: if she was pregnant, and would not menstruate, then… she was losing the baby.
Her fingers trembled on the steering wheel. She yanked the handbrake and the car screeched to a stop again at the side of the road. She leaned her forehead against it, gasping, trying to catch a steady breath.
The world felt impossibly loud in her ears. Was it the fight?
