Jessamyn clenched her teeth as the pain intensified. The physician told her the pain was not real; it was in her mind.
But as the pain surged, she couldn't differentiate if it was real or not. It felt real. She was scared for the moment it would reach that peak where her chest would start to burn.
"Milady! Are you well?"
Isadora's voice boomed in, dissipating the darkness surrounding her.
"Are you suffering any discomfort?" Isadora shouted as she ran to her.
"Yes! I am fine!" Jessamyn shouted as loud as she could.
Yes, I cannot let this ailment of the mind get to me! I cannot make Isadora worry.
That spark of determination was enough for the pain to retreat. She looked to her side to see Isadora running at her at full speed. She heard the rumble in the basket.
The child!
"Give me your handkerchief," Jessamyn asked the proud man sitting on the horse.
Jerrick looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
