One and half years later.
The constant ringing of her phone alarmed Charlene while she was inside the toilet. She quickly washed her face after vomiting her guts out. Wiping, she then dashed towards her bed to answer the phone. Soon as she reached it, her eyes glimmered in dismay.
It wasn’t the call she was expecting to receive, but she still answered it.
“Hey…” Charlene’s melancholic tone greeted Andy.
“Lady! How are you? How is it going?” Andy elatedly asked her on the other side.
Charlene slowly sat on her bed. Puffing, “Great… still tired… and sad…” she answered.
It had been her fifth time retching the food she ate for dinner. Queasiness had been part of her life since last week. She was under so much stress that her body was already turning against her. She and Max's troub
