Lyssa POVThe anxiety makes me stay up all night, restless and uncomfortable, turning from side to side until the sheets are twisted around my legs. My body feels strange now, weak in places that never used to ache. Every time I close my eyes, my mind races, Zeta, Isabella, school deadlines, the baby, anxiety crushing me. My chest tightens every time that thought settles in my mind frequently.Anita is already in the kitchen.“I can’t sleep,” I tell her, my voice hoarse as I meet her in.“I know,” she says gently. “You tossed like you were fighting demons, it’s the hormones, you will be fine.”She’s cooked all kinds of soup, chicken, vegetable, something medicinal too, once she said her mother had told her it was good for pregnant women. The steam curls into the air. She sets a bowl in front of me and slides my pregnancy supplements across the counter.“Eat,” she orders softly. “And take your drugs. The vegetables is medicinal, it will help you.” I nod with no words, forcing a few sp
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