Feeling a wave of nausea overcome me, I stumbled towards the nearest restroom, desperately trying to prevent myself from vomiting everywhere. My unsteady steps echoed off the walls as I reached the sanctuary of the toilet, heaving uncontrollably, my body racked with sickness and anguish. Morning sickness was going to be a killer for me.

　　“Well, well, if it isn’t Daisy Rodriguez. I must be seeing ghosts.” Amid my misery, a familiar voice resonated behind me, slicing ...