ASHLEY'S P.O.V

I wrenched violently into the sink.

One hand on my stomach, the other holding the sink so my legs don't give out on me. All the contents in my stomach rose up to my throat again and I bowed my head as it burst out from me.

“I'm sorry, ma'am,” The young girl kept repeating, holding my hair back from my face. 

“I should call the family doctor to check on you, Ashley,”

Genevieve spoke from the doorway. She couldn't step into the bathroom while I vomited ...