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Molly:

I woke up a little jittery today, and I couldn't tell if it was the pregnancy or if I was actually sad. My whole body ached, and I felt as though I would throw up. Everything around me seemed irritating, and I wanted it to disappear.

The first face I met this morning was Rose's.

"Good morning," she said, bowing a little, and instead of replying, I hissed and pulled the duvet over my head.

She gave off a short chuckle which pierced my heart, making me wonder what amused her. Her presence alone annoyed me, and I wished she would do her duties quickly and leave.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to throw up, so I pushed myself out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. I threw up multiple times, and Rose became alarmed.

"Ma'am, should I get sir?" She asked, and I waved her off. I needed to do my business in private, even though I felt very weak.

Just as she finished speaking, the door to my room was opened and Farrell walked in. His countenance changed the moment he saw me walking out of the