ZARIA “But Zaria,” she paused, not looking back.I held my breath.“You… you eat small,” she said finally. “Later you come kitchen.”Then she left.I lay there for a long minute after the door closed, staring at the wall, my heart still beating too fast for something that sounded so normal. Eat small. Come kitchen. She said it as if my body hadn’t just betrayed me on the floor. There was puke…everywhere, and I was pregnant. Yet she was acting normal. Wasn't that alarming?I pushed myself up slowly again. My stomach still felt unsettled, but the nausea had faded into something hungry. How could I feel weak, sick, and hungry at the same time? It was annoying and confusing. I washed my face, brushed my teeth carefully, moving more slowly than usual. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.Fucking hell, Zaria. My eyes looked tired, my face was thinner, and my hand hovered over my stomach, for just a second before I pulled it away like I’d been burned.Don’t do that.
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