The pain felt like a separation of flesh and bone, suffocating her.
Bending over helplessly, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces...
Nicole's fingers trembled as she held the phone, swiping the screen open to dial a number she hadn't saved but was ingrained in her heart.
"Jose Floyd..."
Her body convulsed from the pain, and as she looked at the number she dialed, her only wish was for him to answer the call quickly.
As a courteous voice lightly sounded from the phone, Nicole lost hope. A wave of sadness or perhaps self-mockery surged, causing her vision to blur with tears.
The six words 'temporarily unable to connect' intensified her already excruciating pain.
A warm stream flowed underneath, thankfully she had put on a sanitary pad in the morning. Nicole's eyes showed panic as she recalled her recent abnormal menstrual flow, with an unthinkable possibility flashing across her mind.
