Chapter One Hundred and Sixty
Alicia's POV
I'd been feeling off for days. Tired in a way that sleep couldn't fix. Nauseous at random times. Emotional over nothing. I'd chalked it up to stress, to running halfway across the world, to everything that had happened.
Then Sophie got her period.
She came out of the bathroom looking relieved. "Thank god. I was three days late and I was starting to worry. Can you imagine if I was pregnant? That would be a disaster."
I laughed. Tried to make it sound natural. "Yeah. Total disaster."
But her words had triggered something in my mind. A calculation I didn't want to make.
When was my last period?
I tried to remember. Before the Maldives trip? After? I'd been so distracted with Malachi and the divorce and running to Italy that I hadn't been paying attention to my cycle.
Weeks. It had been weeks.
No. No, it couldn't be. I was just stressed. Stress messed with cycles. That was normal. That was fine.
