"But you've been gaining weight and throwing up a lot," Xyla said. "You should probably go to the hospital just to make sure. Better safe than sorry."
Yolanda waved her off. "It's just my stomach acting up. I’ve always had a sensitive gut. Trust me, I’m fine. Getting pregnant? That’s impossible."
She was that confident because of the locket she gave me. She really thought it was protecting her.
Which, honestly, made things easier for me. I didn’t have to do anything to stop her from seeing a doctor. She wouldn’t go anyway.
To keep her from catching on, I started eating a lot more too, enough that my weight gain looked convincing.
And Yolanda’s appetite was just as wild as mine had been back then. Her belly kept getting rounder and rounder until even she started to get suspicious.
"Why is my stomach so big?" she mumbled one day, lifting her shirt in front of the mirror. "It seriously looks like I'm pregnant..."
Sylvia, who was nearby, didn’t hold back. "Yolanda, your belly is really getting out of control. You should go to the hospital. No joke, it looks like you're expecting."
"I’ve told you a hundred times, I can't be pregnant!" Yolanda snapped.