Eve
I woke up to a sharp, twisting pain in my stomach, dragging me out of my sleep like a cruel hand yanking me from a dream.
Gasping, I pressed a hand to my abdomen, hoping it was just a cramp, some indigestion, anything but what I already suspected.
I sat up and forced myself to stand. My body protested, the hot, uncomfortable sensation in my stomach making me feel like I was burning from the inside out.
“No. No, no, no.”
I shuffled toward the table where I had left a glass of water from the night before. I barely took a sip before a wave of nausea slammed into me.
Stumbling backward, I choked on air. Then, the pain flared, hotter and sharper.
Maya whimpered inside me.
Or maybe she howled.
Or maybe it was both.
My fingers dug into the fabric of my nightgown
