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What she won't say

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Vanessa's POV

The first wave hit before I'd even opened my eyes properly.

It rolled through my stomach slow and merciless, and I lay perfectly still for a moment, breathing through my nose, willing it to pass before it demanded anything more from me than stillness. It didn't pass. It built, and I was moving before I'd fully decided to, throwing back the covers and half stumbling toward the bathroom, my knees hitting the tile hard enough to bruise.

I was quiet about it. I'd learned quiet a long
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