Cadence’s head was pounding when she woke up. A glance at the clock told her Aaron had let her sleep in. It was past 9:00. Normally, she’d be grateful, but they had so much to do, things she’d hoped to be a part of, she found herself feeling irritated at more than just the sledgehammer in her head.

Popping a few aspirin, she went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and took care of nature’s call. She couldn’t tell if the headache was stress induced, hormones, or just bad luck, but she knew it wasn’t two glasses of wine, not when alcohol never even affected her anymore. Her stomach...