Always A Mother
Claire Rennels clung to one thought.
She couldn't be sick.
Not now.
But the waves of chills shuddering across her clammy skin told their own story. She shivered and crumpled to the bathroom floor like cheap toilet paper. Clutching the commode, she felt beads of perspiration break out on her forehead, and took several quick breaths.
What was wrong with her?
She drew another long breath, slowly releasing it through her mouth. Feeling calmer, she tipped her head back against the flowery wallpaper and stared up at the peach-colored ceiling. They needed to paint. The color had faded to a shade she couldn't describe, and a spiderweb dangled in one corner.
Someone, preferably not her, should clean away the cobwebs. She wasn't a great housekeeper and would be the first to admit that failing. Their home had a lived-in look, but it was comfortable and cheery.
The calm didn't last long. Bile rose in her throat and her stomach spun with gut-wrenching nausea. She leaned over the toilet, retching one more time. She should be with her husband, Dean, helping to move his mom into a new house, but here she was, puking her guts out and getting acquainted with the ceiling.
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