SOPHIA’S POV
I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body. I had just spent the morning throwing up my breakfast.
Jace was sitting on the bed, working on his laptop. He looked up as I stepped in.
“Let’s get you to the doctor, Sophia. You look even paler than yesterday,” he said.
“It’s fine,” I said stepping into the walk-in closet.
He followed me. “You don’t look fine, love. You can take a pregnancy test at home at least.”
I sighed. “Jace, there’s something I have to tell you. I don’t think I’m pregnant.”
He held my shoulder. “Then what is it?”
“I used to be bulimic,” I started. “Ever since Beverly went missing I haven’t eaten a thing and when I do, it just ends up in the toilet.”
His expression softened instantly, all the tension from before fading. “Why
