Page 88 of Beautiful Obsessions
“Tone?”
Izzy’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back into the kitchen.
I blinked, realigning myself with the present.
“Yeah?”
She was watching me closely.
“Where did you go?I’ve been talking non-stop for five minutes and you just drifted away.What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I muttered.Lately, I’d been drifting off into my thoughts too often.
I reached for my glass of water, but I didn’t get far.
The smell of coffee brewing hit me.Strong.Bitter.Overpowering.
My stomach flipped violently.
I barely made it to the sink.The retching came hard and fast, my body folding in on itself as I gripped the counter, bile burning the back of my throat.
“Shit—Tone?—”
“I’m fine,” I rasped, even as another wave hit me.
I wasn’t fine.I’d been like this for days.Mornings were the worst.
Nausea.Dizziness.A constant, unsettled feeling that refused to go away.
I’d chalked it up to stress.To lack of sleep.To everything that had happened.Because what else could it be?
I rinsed my mouth, breathing through the lingering sickness, trying to steady myself.
Izzy didn’t move.She just stood there watching me quietly, almost pitying.
I hated the look that she gave me.
“What?”I snapped, my voice sharp in the quiet of the room.
She hesitated.
“Tone…”
“Spit it out.”
She exhaled slowly.“You might want to take a test.”
My stomach dropped.Cold.
“What?”
Her gaze didn’t waver.“I’ve been through this before, remember?”
Her hand went to her stomach, to the swollen belly and the baby that was due any day now.But my brain rejected the idea before it could even take root.
“No,” I said immediately.“It’s just stress.”
“Is it?”
