Brittany’s POV

Eight Weeks Later

"Honey, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Grandma Layla asked as I emerged from the bathroom for the third time since being sent home early from work.

My boss had come back from lunch reeking of tuna fish, and the smell hit me so hard I threw up violently all over the lobby floor. It was fucking mortifying.

The tuna stench splashed onto his shoes and pants. He sent me home for the rest of ...