Serena’s POV

Stevie waits outside the stall as I puke my guts out in the toilet.

I hear a gentle knock on the door. “Do you need any help? I can hold your hair back if you want,” Stevie offers.

“No, it’s alright,” I reply. “I’ve got this. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

After I’m done, I wipe my mouth and take a deep breath. I was worried that Stevie would be mad at me for not telling her about the baby.

But I was wrong. As soon as I come out ...