Chapter 25 Fever

Tanya's POV I'm hot and cold all at once, the fever wracking through my body. The chill of the pond from that night seems to have seeped into my bones, making me shiver even a sweat clings to my skin. My hand rests on my stomach as guilt courses through me, stronger and sharper than any discomfort from the fever. If I were the only one sick, I wouldn't mind. But at that moment, when I jumped in after the earrings, I forgot that I'm not just making choices for myself anymore. There's a child growing in me that will suffer the consequences of my mistakes. I berate myself for not having thought of that when I recklessly threw myself into the water. If this baby suffers because I made myself ill, I'll never forgive myself. What kind of mother will I be? Something shifts on the best beside me, and I wince at the stiffness in my joints. My eyelids are heavy with fatigue, and everything seems blurry and far away like I can't tell whether I'm awake or dreaming. Suddenly someone's lyin