"Cammy!"
Eve's voice pierced through the thick haze clouding Cammy's mind, snapping her out of the daze that had consumed her.
She blinked rapidly, realizing she was still standing there, still staring at the spot where Greg had disappeared moments ago—where a piece of her heart still felt nailed to the ground.
"Huh?" she uttered weakly, her voice thin, as if it barely belonged to her anymore.
Eve rushed to her side, concern etched all over her face. "Gosh, we've been calling you over and over," she said, a touch of scolding wrapped in tenderness. She shoved a small bottle into Cammy's hands. "Here. Mrs. Moore asked me to give this to you. It's soya milk—good for the baby."
The word baby cut through Cammy's fog like a blade.
Automatically, without thinking, her other hand drifted protectively to her stomach. She stared down at herself for a long, heavy second before whispering in a trembling voice, "Right… I'm pregnant. I almost forgot."
Eve's face twisted in horror.
