Knocking wakes me.
Soft and polite. Mrs. Wen's voice filters through the door. "Young Master Li?"
I blink at the unfamiliar ceiling, cream paint, crown molding. The Wuchen estate.
Right.
"Come in."
She enters with a breakfast tray of toast, sliced fruit, and a glass of what looks like warm milk.
The first morning, she'd brought a full breakfast…eggs, rice, vegetables. I'd taken one look and barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up, the smell alone had been enough.
Yesterday she'd adjusted, plain crackers, ginger tea, simple things that didn't make my stomach rebel immediately.
Today: fruit and milk.
She's learning what I can tolerate without me having to say anything.
"How are you feeling?" she asks, setting the tray on the desk.
"Fine."
A lie, but what else do I say? *I'm pregnant with a baby I didn't plan, trapped in a house where I know no one, about to marry a man I barely know, and I can't stop thinking about my sister's face when she found out?*
