Chapter 70

LYDIA’S POV

Morning sickness was a cruel thing.

It didn’t just happen in the morning. It happened when I woke up, when I brushed my teeth, when I smelled food, when I walked too fast and even when I breathed too hard.

Basically, it happened every second of every miserable day.

I gagged into the toilet again before wiping my mouth with trembling fingers, groaning softly as I leaned back against the