Expectations.
Emma was naturally an early riser. It wasn't unusual for her to greet the sunrise and start her day well before others did simply because she was a woman who always had Things To Do. In recent weeks though she'd been sleeping later. Morning would come and she was slower to get out of bed, sometimes even still clinging to the last tendrils of sleep when Scott came back into the room after showering. It just wasn't normal, not like her but with all the stress it would have been easy to brush it off as a consequence of the troubling days.
But jumping up from bed to run bolt into the bathroom and vomit--loudly--would be far harder to brush aside.
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