Chapter 62

Amelia's POV

Days later, I threw up in the kitchen sink while I cooked with Pamela.

"Are you okay?" She screamed, standing to her feet from the chair she sat on, she rushed to my side and held me by my shoulder.

"Do you want water?" She asked when I said nothing in response to her question. 

"I'm fine, Pamela," I quietly said, although I know I was not fine. I may be pregnant already, I told myself and sat on a chair.

"Don't say anything to Ethan," I made her promise.

"How am I sure you are even fine?" She asked, opposing me. "I am fine, Pamela," I promised her and she shook her head.

"I won't tell him," she ended up with a promise, "don't you think we should run a test on you?"

"What test?" I feigned innocence, even though I knew a test should be conducted, I was just too afraid to accept the fact.