Mia walked through my office door as soon as she got home. I stood up and walked over to her and hugged her. I inhaled her scent and noticed that Dom was right. She does smell different. “Will, can we talk?” I look down and notice just how nervous she is. I just realized that she walked in nervous.
“Of course, Baby girl. We can always talk. What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I brush her hair out of her face. She decided to wear her hair down this morning. She looks almost green. “Are you feeling alright?” She shakes her head and then makes a b-line for my garbage can. She bends over and starts to projectile vomit into the can. “Oh f**k!” I run over and pull her hair back out of her face. She continues to vomit for about five minutes and then starts to dry heave into the garbage can. “Did
