Something gnaws at her. He knows. He knows you’re not sure, you don’t believe in him
Bina sniffs, then heaves. She makes it to the bathroom just in time.
“Breakfast?” Tzvi calls. She hears the door thump shut, a tray clatter. The smell of eggs starts to waft in.
“Justaminute,” she garbles, breathing hard.
Had she still suffered from morning sickness so late in the pregnancy with the others? She doesn’t think so, but then again, she doesn’t really remember. Besides, life had been so different back then. She’d still been working at the agency, griping about insane hours and terrible pay. What had she done, taken off a few sick days? Pushed herself through it?
Working from home — and working for herself — is a different planet entirely. Which is why they can take a random two-day hotel vacation, just the two of them, while the kids stay with her mother.
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