–Tyrona–
I have been sick for days. I don't even know why at first—perhaps it was the endless bitterness rotting inside me, or maybe it was my body finally betraying me as everything else had. But this time, Carrie dragged me to the hospital. I hadn't eaten properly in days, growing disgustingly picky with food, my appetite replaced with a gnawing void. They ran their endless tests, poked and prodded like vultures circling a carcass, and then came the result—pregnant.
Could my life become any more twisted?
Carrie drove me back to the house, her face blank yet her eyes prying. I sat in silence, wrestling with a thought that made me sick all over again—should I end it before it even begins? Should I cut it out of me like a tumor? But then, the cruel irony: it was Alejandro's. The only man who ever loved me, truly and without agenda.
"What do you want to eat?" Carrie asked as she sat beside me, her voice unusually gentle. "You need to take care of yourself now."
