He Loves Me

Mercedes, Three Years Later…

 “Clarita,” Mercedes groaned, her voice barely a whisper, “I don’t feel well. My head is killing me, and I have terrible cramps.” She doubled over, clutching her stomach. A sharp wave of nausea rolled through her, making her head spin.

Clarita’s brow furrowed with concern.

“You look awful,” she said with worry. “You should go home. I’ll tell Mrs. Davison you’re sick.”

The friend raised to her ...