Pamela's POV
At first, I didn't think it was a big deal.
I had decided to push the thoughts to the back of my mind.
I was probably just stressed I told myself.
I felt a little sick the next morning, but I thought it was just stress. My body had been through worse things, like not sleeping for many nights and feeling stressed during the whole saga and at work.
One little thing didn't mean anything.
But as the day went on, it happened again.
While I was looking over papers, things got blurry, and my stomach hurt so much that I had to hold onto my desk to stay steady. During a meeting, I suddenly said I had to leave and went to the bathroom, where I leaned over the sink and felt cold sweat on my skin.
Each time, I told myself the same thing that wasn't true. It's just the stress. I'm just tired. I'll be okay.
But by the evening, my brothers noticed something was wrong.
