“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” I murmured, staring out Mr. Avery’s tinted passenger window and at all the mansions we drove past in Redwood’s ritzy area. “What if someone sees us?”
Another lingering cramp squeezed at my insides, throwing me into a world of pain. I doubled over in the seat, rested my head against the door, and whimpered. Ichika had said I might get cramps, but not like this.
Curse IUDs. I hate them already.
Curse IUDs. I hate them already.He glanced over at me and drove a bit faster. “Nobody will see you.”
I dropped my head to deal with some of the pain and shut my eyes, focusing on breathing deeply. Usually, my period cramps were bad, but this was worse—so much freaking worse. I sure hoped that childbirth didn’t feel like this.
Because I would one hundred
