Two weeks later

Over the days, her morning sicknesses had augmented in all forms.

From vomiting almost every passing hour to nonchalantly dropping on the couch and drifting into sleep at the slightest opportunity she got.

Orla concluded maybe it was finally time for her to come to grips with the fact that she really was pregnant—with Callan's child. Though difficult news to swallow down her throat, it was her reality now.

Stupefaction had been her acquaintance for days. Callan was in another part of the world, off on a business trip, and she was at home, alone.

Not sure what she wanted out of her life...

As much as...