CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Grace rushed out of the bed, bolting straight to the bathroom. She bent over the wash basin and spilled out the contents in her stomach.

She felt so sick to her stomach and the gagging continued until she curled up like a ball on the white tiles.

"Baby, what is wrong with you?"

Grace was about to reply, but instead felt another bout of nausea hit her as she threw up once again. Enrique held back her hair the whole time and Grace felt terrible that he was seeing her in such a state.

"Take it easy, I'm here. You will be fine," Enrique said, patting her back, softly.

Grace attempted to get up, but her legs felt so heavy and weak, she only squatted once again.

Enrique washed her face with warm water Enrique lifted her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.

"How long has this been going on?"

"I don't know, about two or three weeks back," Grace replied weakly. Her head felt like it was spinning around and she just wanted to feel fine.

The constant nausea was something she couldn't underst