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Zehava sat on her own, head in her hands. She was scared, and didn't have the braveness to tell Jon.
Something wasn't right, and she could tell. A mother's instinct maybe?
She combed her fingers through her fringe, shaking. She hadn't been well recently, and blamed it on morning sickness. Only this wasn't the same. She'd already looked up what that would be like, and it didn't match how she felt.
Her palm was hot on her forehead, although it could have been her forehead was hot. Her tears could have evaporated on her cheeks.
Suddenly, she heard someone nearby, and kept her head down.
Something wasn't right, and she could tell. A mother's instinct maybe?
She combed her fingers through her fringe, shaking. She hadn't been well recently, and blamed it on morning sickness. Only this wasn't the same. She'd already looked up what that would be like, and it didn't match how she felt.
Her palm was hot on her forehead, although it could have been her forehead was hot. Her tears could have evaporated on her cheeks.
Suddenly, she heard someone nearby, and kept her head down.