Aurora James - POV
I took another bite of my mashed potatoes when a wave of queasiness swept over me. "Aurora, are you all right?" Stella's voice cut through my fog of discomfort, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Yes, I think it's the morning sickness," I replied, forcing myself to continue eating. Dr. Jenkins had stressed the importance of keeping something in my stomach; starvation would only worsen my baby's health. But the food felt heavy, like a lead weight, and I struggled to push it down.
"Shall I call Dr. Jenkins?" Stella asked, getting up from her seat. I shook my head, unwilling to disturb her for something I experienced every single day. I pressed on, but soon it became increasingly difficult to swallow. My throat started to burn, and my heart raced in response to the discomfort.
