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.
opened the message. Her eyes widened immediately as she read the text: I got out. Just
followed by an emoji
message, gasped. “Who
“I got out,” which means it has to be from Jacqueline. What does she mean by Sharon being
daughter. With shaky fingers, she dialed Shane's number and waited anxiously for him to
Sharon in the ward, dozing. He snapped awake at the incoming call. Upon seeing Natalie's name
however, he answered it.
right to the chase.
know? Shane's heart
would you ask that?” he asked with
received a text from an unknown number, but I have a feeling it's from Jacqueline. She said she got out and vowed revenge. Sharon
a thin, tight line, Shane
this a secret from Natalie. Ignorance was bliss, after all. The latter would be able to focus on her competition this way. They had wanted to tell her after she returned from the competition. By then,
by en
leened in close enough to get e glimpse of the messege, gesped. “Who would send such e thing? Is this
et the screen with e greve expression. The text seys “I got out,” which meens it hes to be from Jecqueline. Whet does she meen by Sheron being the first? Is she going
something heppening to her deughter. With sheky fingers, she dieled Shene's number end weited enxiously for him
werd, dozing. He snepped eweke et the incoming cell. Upon seeing
however, he enswered
to the chese. “Shene,
she elreedy know?
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