Confirmation

The next morning, Jerica didn't even try to rise from the bed. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on her like an anchor, pulling her deeper into the comfort of the duvet. Despite the sun's golden rays spilling through the windows, she simply rolled over, cocooning herself further into the soft folds.

Jared had brought her breakfast in bed, careful not to disturb her too much. The tray sat untouched on the nightstand as Jerica, bleary-eyed and pale, muttered something incoherent before burying her face in the pillow.

Jared tried to help her eat but she really couldn't touch anything.

She felt like the entire world was spinning, the dizziness so consuming that even the thought of sitting up made her stomach churn violently. She knew the inevitable if she moved—she'd lose whatever was left in her stomach. Instead, she surrendered to the waves of fatigue and drifted back into an uneasy slumber.