Shelly’s POV
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been feeling under the weather, and honestly, it hasn’t been easy to keep it under wraps.
I’ve done a pretty good job of hiding it so far, even from my closest friend, Sabrina. She’s sharp and has known me for so long; usually, nothing gets past her.
But whether out of loyalty or just because she has her own things to worry about, she hasn’t ratted me out to Sebastian. That’s a relief because the last thing I need is him worrying even more than he already does.
Every day, I wake up feeling sick to my stomach. It's become almost a routine now, one that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
The nausea lingers like a shadow I can't shake, and every now and then, I find myself running to the bathroom, where I end up vomiting.
Sometimes, I spot faint traces of blood, and if I'm being honest with myself, it's starting to scare me. If I said I wasn’t worried, I would be lying. It terrifies me. But admitting it aloud might make it all
