Informing Her Son
Blemishes darkened Matilda’s skin, doubling the pain even though she was in the cold shower. She gritted her teeth, using everything she had not to rush out and call Bret.
She wouldn’t ruin their vacation, but she at least needed to let him know that something was wrong. She struggled out of the shower and texted him, letting him know her head was acting up again. She told him she’d likely miss breakfast in the morning.