Evelyn pov The nausea hit without warning, same as it always did lately, twisting through my stomach hard enough that I barely made it to the small bathroom at the back of the diner before I was sick. I knelt there on the cold tile, one hand braced against the wall, waiting for the worst of it to pass. It had been like this for weeks now—not constant, not predictable, just sudden and vicious whenever it decided to strike, usually at the worst possible moments. Halfway through inventory. In the middle of a conversation with Pete about kitchen tile. Now, apparently, at the end of a long day of sanding down the old counter, exhaustion catching up with my body in the cruelest way possible. When it finally passed, I sat back against the wall, breathing hard, one hand instinctively finding its way to the curve of my stomach. *A cheater's pup.* The thought arrived unbidden, ugly and unwelcome, and I hated myself a little for thinking it even as it settled into my chest like a stone. It
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