Tara’s POV

It was the second time tonight I had dragged myself out of bed just to puke. My stomach heaved even after there was nothing left to give. I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and the woman I saw was pale and hollow-eyed.

I knew pregnancy could be rough, but I had not expected this level of hell.

I stripped off my nightshirt and panties, letting them pool on the floor. I turned the faucet until steam rose, then sank into the heat inch by inch. The water wrapped around me like a blanket, hot and soothing, seeping into every tense muscle. My shoulders dropped, and my...