“Elena?” Mark’s voice was thick with sleep. “You okay?”
Mark switched on the bedside lamp, squinting against the yellow light. He looked at her—puffy-eyed, exhausted, and on the verge of tears. He knew the "danger zone" when he saw it. This wasn't just about a stuffy nose; this was the tipping point into pregnancy misery.
“Elena?” Mark’s voice was thick with sleep. “You okay?”
Mark switched on the bedside lamp, squinting against the yellow light. He looked at her—puffy-eyed, exhausted, and on the verge of tears. He knew the "danger zone" when he saw it. This wasn't just about a stuffy nose; this was the tipping point into pregnancy misery.
