Agatha stumbled backward and collapsed to the floor in theatrical shock. My parents rushed to shield her, pulling her away so she wouldn't have to see my swollen, blotchy face. Frederick hurried over to comfort her too.
I staggered to the bathroom and shoved my fingers down my throat, retching until there was nothing left. I found the medication myself. It took thirty minutes before my body slowly returned to something close to normal.
I leaned against the wall, gasping. Once my heartbeat steadied, I decided to stay in the bathroom a while longer. I had no desire to rejoin that farce of a dinner.
After another fifteen minutes, I'd finally calmed down. I reached for the door handle and froze.
My mother's voice, just outside.
"You two already made her lose the baby last time. You need to watch how far you push things. Today you nearly killed her!"
A pause, then: "You just found out you're pregnant yourself. Think about the child in your belly and show some restraint."
Rage detonated inside my chest. My eyes went wide. Agatha was pregnant too? My parents already knew? They knew about my allergy and they'd still let Agatha pull this stunt?