Chapter 62
- Kamila's POV
- It was early morning and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on our bedroom. I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up for work. As soon as I stepped inside, a wave of nausea hit me, and I barely made it to the toilet before throwing up.
- "Kamila, are you okay?" Dylan called from the bedroom, his voice tinged with concern.