Good news or bad news?

“What? You have been going through something like this without telling me?” Nikki yelled at me when I explained everything to her.

I had to let her know, so she could take me to the hospital without alerting her brother of it. I don't need Miguel to know about my problem until it works —if it does.

“Have you told my brother?” She asked the moment she drove the car out of the compound. “Does Miguel know about your uhm... Medical complications?”

“No, he doesn't. And I don't intend to let him know until I'm certain this will work.” I stared out of the window as I wondered why the doctor sounded so cryptic over the phone.

Could it be that there is something he noticed in my blood? I feared the answer to the question. The tone he used when he called me, didn't give anything away.

Though it didn't sound all that neutral, it was nothing to raise a brow at.

“You haven't told him yet?!” She shrieked. “How can you keep something as important as this from him? He's your husband, for God's sa