~Sienna~

My palm presses flat on my stomach, my face squeezing with pain as the car creeps through the traffic.

“Sienna,” Norman calls, cautioned and worried. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, forcing a smile.

He stares hard, then returns his gaze to the road. I nestle deeper into the seat, and turn my face to the window, avoiding his glances.

My stomach clenches hard, my teeth bite against each other and my breath labors. The sharp pain in my stomach is getting worse by the ...