"There must be some sort of mistake," Avery thinks.
"You've got the wrong number," she said coldly.
"Wait, is this Gabrielle Peters?" the police officer asks, "The man we have in custody said that you're his legal guardian."
"Guardian?" Avery thinks, "What on earth did Gabrielle do behind my back?"
Avery's head spins as she walks to the bathroom. She wonders if it's the news about Gabrielle or because she's still weak from her ordeal in the darkroom. When she brushes her teeth in the bathroom, she feels sick and wants to throw up. She gags and clutches the counter around the sink. Gastric juice splatters the fine porcelain and stings her throat. Avery wipes her mouth, and a terrible idea comes into her mind.
"What if I'm actually pregnant?" she thinks.
When she gets to the dining room, she still feels sick.
"Is it because she ate too much cake last night?" she wonders, "There has to be some logical explanation for this."
