—Amira—

My breath lodged in my throat. I… pregnant?

I flung myself around and forced a dry chuckle.

“No, I’m not pregnant,” I said, more to myself than to her. “It must be something I ate or drank last night.”

Eloise raised a brow. “When was the last time you got your period?”

The question hit me like a punch to the chest. I opened my mouth and closed it as my mind scrambled for answers.

Weeks had passed. Nausea, fatigue, smells that turned my stomach—I’d dismissed them ...