” Oh my God…” I groan and rush into my bathroom to throw up.

I rest both hands on the edge of the sink and puke out whatever thing I ate. What is this called, baby sickness?

I breathe in and out and look up at my reflection.

” You’re okay in there?” Alexa calls out.

” Yeah. I’m just having baby sickness I think.”

” Baby sickness? What the fuck is that?” Alexa asks and walks into the bathroom.

I turn on the faucet to let it rinse out my vomit as I wash my hands.

” I think it’s because of Alejandro. We killed someone.”

” Seriously? You...