I am woken by a stream of light warming my face. Batting my sore eyes open, I stare up at the ceiling above me. A skylight is directly above the bed and I can see trees overhead and the sky. It is the only glimpse of the outside world I am allowed. For looking around me, I notice that there are no windows in the shack. I lay looking out the window for sometime, trying to figure out what to do, then slowly sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. In doing so, I feel an incredible wave of nausea wash over me. I quickly jump off the bed and race toward the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet in time. Once through, I lean back against the wall across from the toilet and hand my head. “At least you are okay.” I say as I place my hand over my stomach. It is as flat as it normally is, but I know with time it will grow. The only ease I feel is knowing I am not truly alone. “I will get us out of this sweet bean, somehow, I will.” With a new sense of hope, I hea
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