Grace's POV

The nausea hit without warning.

I bolted from Hunter's office, my hand clamped over my mouth as I ran for the bathroom, even though I could have used Hunter's personal bathroom. I barely made it to a stall before I was sick, my stomach heaving violently.

Morning sickness. Or stress. Maybe both.

I heard the bathroom door open, then Quinn's voice. "Grace?"

I couldn't answer, another wave hitting me. Quinn appeared, pulling my hair back and rubbing circles on my back.

When I ...