Chapter 12: Two Red Lines.

For some days now, I've been feeling less of myself, less of Tessy Johnson.

Going to work now, it's like a burden—I wake up so late even when I go to bed early, I'm always dizzy at work especially when I stare at the monitor for too long, I'm always tired and I yawn like someone who hasn't eaten for days.

"What's up with you, Tessy?" Vanessa asked. She just walked into my office as she normally does when she wants to dish out juicy gossip.

"I'm okay," I replied and continued with my work.

"You look flush and— . . . ".

"Is it hot in here? It is, right?" I asked, interrupting her. I took an old magazine on my desk and started fanning myself.

"No it's not. You sure you're okay? You look red, she asked with a mother-like tone that reminded me of my Aunt Stephanie.

"Girl, I don't know. A bit tired lately."

" You prolly haven't been getting enough sleep," She said. Looking at me inquisitively.

Which I know it isn't true because I have been sleeping fine. Max is mostly out of the city fo