Davina's POV
"When last did you see your period?"
I blinked hard. The words struck me like ice water.
I hadn't anticipated this question. Not even close.
This was absolutely the last thing I expected anyone to say to me.
My grip tightened on the water cup in my hands.
I could sense Mom's gaze burning into me...piercing, silent, probably unblinking.
The kitchen suddenly seemed too harsh, too quiet, as if the world itself was waiting.
I felt the urge to laugh. Something in my brain screamed at me to brush it off with laughter, treat it like some absurd idea Mom had because I seemed exhausted or cranky.
But laughter wouldn't come. My mouth stayed frozen.
Instead, my heart plummeted so violently it carved out a hollow space in my chest. My hands started to shake, and my throat turned to sandpaper.
It's just running late, isn't it?
