It was that lucky time of the month for you where your body essentially tortured you for a week for not getting pregnant. Being a merc, you did your best to ignore it and hoped and prayed that Jackie couldn’t see the grimaces you made from your cramps. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. You’d sneezed hard, immediate dread washing over your face as you froze.

“Oye, mano. What’s up with you? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”