ELENA'S POV Talking to Martin did not make things any easier for me. Instead, I felt more angry, more awful, and completely miserable.“I shouldn’t have spoken to him,” I murmured to myself. Because now I feel awful.I frowned and sulked. If I had just ignored his call, I wouldn’t be feeling this awful for hiding things from him, knowing it would only increase their worry, especially with our dad’s health condition. Still, my decision was made, and there was no going back.“They would have to let me be for now so I can piece my life back together.,” I murmured to myself as I switched off my phone and lay back down, but the sleep still didn’t come.I felt a mild discomfort settle in my stomach, and I tried different sleeping positions, on my back and on my sides , to see which would work, but nothing seemed to be working.The pain, although mild, made me anxious, because it was late at night, and if it got worse and stronger, I would be left alone without any help."Please, I need y
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