“Lilly, are you awake?” Emma asks, shaking my shoulders.
I scream, sitting bolt upright, sweat stings my face. I was having that recurring dream: as the due date approaches, Emma decides it was a mistake and we are forever haunted by what could have been.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see the digital clock reads: 3:17AM.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I snap, sounding harsher than intended. Rolling over, I accidently elbow Emma in the face.
“Damn it,” she says darkly.
“Sorry,” I…
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