Her voice grows faint, with it comes an overflow of dread as it fills my insides. I get up, knowing that I need to follow Kylie.

I do, and head to the bathroom that's suited for a king, or a queen in her case, with a sunken bath tub that could easily fit four people, and double sink that has arrow designs in the marble and the grey tiles that pale to an almost ash color.

'Oh, sugar, I'm not sure whether this is good or bad."

My steps are unavoidable as I slowly move toward ...