Kneeling at the well, I dabbed both eyes that dripped wet with each heave. My stomach ached from the constant waves of sickness that came over me. Inhale. Exhale. Surely this would pass soon. Was it apparent to everyone? I felt the need to constantly watch over my shoulder in fear that someone would tell. A simple word of mouth to the elders and my life would be over as I knew it.
I stood from my position and instinctively placed a hand on the tiny bump that swelled under my clothing. My feet began to walk in the direction of home until suddenly stopping upon seeing him. Worry flooded my mind as I pondered the thought of what he just witnessed. How could I let the man I love believe I betrayed him this way? He didn’t have to speak a word. I knew what lied behind those dark eyes of his.
“You’re ill.” His arms crossed tightly to his chest. “Again.”
“Joseph…” My eyes plead with his.
