Kishra sat up in her bed and held her mouth, she wasn't sure if she believed herself so at first she remained motionless, then she flew up, ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
'It can't be right' She asked herself looking into the bowl, she felt another surge then bucked hurling.
It's been going on like this for three days, every morning she woke up with nausea, at first she thought she ate something wrong, but now she couldn't be sure. She reached down an touched her belly, could she really be?
After getting dressed she left her house, there was only one way to find out for sure. As she drove her phone rang, she saw her mother's caller ID.
"Mother?"
"How are you doing?" Cleopatra asked.
"I'm fine, what's up?"
"Remember I sent you after Quintin a week ago?"
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you kill him?"
Kishra felt the ice through the phone.
"Why? Does he scare you ma?"
