Natalie rubbed her temples. “I'm not sure. I've been feeling restless all morning. Something's bugging me, but I don't know what it is. That's why I can't seem to focus on my designs.”

“You're not sick, are you?” Sally asked in concern.

“I don't think so...”

The other woman glanced at her friend's stomach. “Maybe it's a symptom of pregnancy,” she speculated. “The baby's causing your hormones to go haywire, and that's why you're feeling off.”

Natalie smiled slightly, shaking her head. “I don't think that's it, either.”

She was eight weeks into her pregnancy, but it had yet to stir up any nausea or discomfort, much unlike the time she had been expecting the twins. That particular pregnancy had her throwing up all day, every day.

By comparison, this little bun in her oven was incredibly docile and had never caused her any problems.

“Well... Then I'm out of guesses,” Sally said, still wearing a concerned expression.

“It's probably nothing.” Natalie shrugged, trying to lighten the mood, though the knot in her stomach persisted. “Maybe I'm just tired because I didn't sleep well last night. I'll be fine tomorrow.”

Her friend nodded in understanding. “Rest early tonight, then,” she suggested.

“I will.” Natalie offered a small grin. “All right, let's head back—”

Her cell phone buzzed suddenly before she could finish her sentence. The screen flashed with the notification of a newly-received message from an unknown number.

Frowning, Natalie opened the message. Her eyes widened immediately as she read the text: I got out. Just you wait, Natalie. I'm about to start my revenge, and your daughter is

an

leaned in close enough to get a glimpse of the message, gasped. “Who would send such a thing? Is this some sort

got out,” which

something happening to her daughter. With shaky fingers, she

incoming call. Upon seeing Natalie's name on the screen, he hesitated for a brief moment,

however, he

right to the chase. “Shane, where's

already know? Shane's

that?” he asked with

a text from an unknown number, but I have a feeling it's from Jacqueline. She said she got out and vowed revenge. Sharon is the first she's going after,” Natalie said in a rush. “Shane, be honest with

pressed into a thin, tight line, Shane had no answer

to focus on her competition this way. They had wanted to tell her after she returned from the competition. By then, Sharon would have recovered, and it might be easier for Natalie to

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