Before I could say anything, Whitney's eyes had already moved to Alisa's face with that quiet, measuring look she had calm on the surface, reading everything underneath.
Alisa settled beside me and took my hand warmly. "I've noticed you haven't been eating well. Grandpa and Uncle Lewis are worried they've probably already figured it out, so there's no need to hide it. When I was pregnant, the exact same thing happened to me. No symptoms at first, and then suddenly nauseous every single day. It got better after the first three months, thankfully."
"I can barely handle anything with oil in it right now," I said, keeping my smile easy and apologetic. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."
