Book #6 of The Love & Trauma series.
The separation.
The time apart.
Two soul ties.
Can they pull back in?
Or has the years of love, hurt, and betrayal finally reached its breaking point?
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𝙷𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚃, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝙳. The vomit was nonstop. Shantey has only been up for three hours the Sunday morning and she has lost count of how many times she was over the same toilet releasing any food or drink she's tried to intake. She spits out the last of it and groaned softly. She felt too weak to stand making her lean back on the wall behind her.
She was running her fingers through her hair once Amanda walked in, carrying a Gatorade and peppermints. "Here. Suck on these and drink."
Shantey was exhausted, staring at the drink. "You know I hate orange Gatorade."
"So what? It's the last one left. Drink, Shantey. I'm serious."
Rolling her eyes, Shantey snatched the bottle and accepted the peppermint from her. Amanda takes a seat beside her best friend as she popped the minty candy in her mouth. "Mixing peppermint with throw up breath without brushing my teeth. Gross."
"Price of pregnancy." Amanda chuckles with her best friend and she opened the Gatorade and sips on the nasty flavor. "You've thrown up over five times and can't hold anything down."
"Yeah. Just the price of pregnancy..." Shantey felt the nausea, rushing over to the toilet bowl and releasing the orange liquid.
"That makes eight," Amanda sighed, going over to hold her best friend's hair out the way. "You're gonna dehydrate. I think we should cancel the DMG barbecue and call Dr. Torres."
"No," Shantey reached over, flushing the toilet. "We're not canceling anything. I'm not missing Omar's barbecue. Besides, the team's already there and purchased everything. Che and Low's families are in town and Courtney's will be driven to Encino. You're finally about to meet your niece's family, Amanda."
"Actually..I'm not."
Shantey eyed her in confusion, standing to her feet with help. "What do you mean?"
"Che's family isn't coming." Amanda informed, "Jasmine told me yesterday when she wanted to confirm all the plane tickets. The only one that arrived was her best friend."
"So, nobody? Not even—"
"My birth-giver? No." Amanda answered, "Nobody's heard from her since Che bailed her out. She's on a binder that I don't really care about."
