Morning sickness hit Liora like a freight train.
She barely made it to the bathroom before her stomach emptied itself. Kneeling on the cold tile, forehead pressed against the porcelain, she heard Leander's wheelchair in the hallway.
"Liora? Are you okay?"
"Fine!" she called out, flushing quickly. "Just... something I ate."
"I'm coming in."
"No!...