The woman offered a packet of alcohol-free wipes, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “These are gentle enough for pregnant women."

Raegan accepted the wipes with a polite smile. “Thanks, but my nausea is unrelated to pregnancy."

Though the woman seemed friendly, Raegan grew uneasy by the woman's continued insinuations of pregnancy, especially since she hadn't mentioned anything of the sort.

Adding to her unease, Raegan's black trench coat kept her body well-concealed, making the woman's questions seem all the more intrusive.

She was mystified by the woman's fixation on pregnancy.

The woman apologised, "My fault."

“It's fine." Raegan was just about to leave.

In an instant, the woman's heel slipped, and she careened toward Raegan.

Though the woman wasn't heavy, her forward momentum would surely topple Raegan.

Raegan's face paled as she reflexively shielded her stomach from the oncoming woman.

Seemingly in a stroke of luck, the woman clutched the wall, saving herself from toppling over.

The woman apologized profusely, “I didn't slip into you, did I? The floor here is so slippery."

Still shaken by the near miss, Raegan's complexion turned ashen. She shook her head. “You didn't. But please, are you okay? Take care.”

"I'm alright," the woman reassured her.

"Then I'll be leaving." Raegan smiled cordially and made her exit.

With a quick hand wash, the woman headed toward a secluded chamber.

Seeing no one around, she eased open the door.

A pregnant woman, her face pallid and sallow, sat within. It was Katie. "How did it go?" she questioned the woman.

In a whisper, the woman confided, “I suspect she is pregnant."

Katie was visibly stunned, her disbelief clear.