Then came the morning she couldn’t stand up straight. Jennifer had barely made it out of bed before collapsing, doubled over in agony, her hand pressed tightly against her side as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
The sharp, relentless pain was unbearable, and for the first time, she felt real fear gnawing at her insides. Something was wrong—seriously wrong. Reluctantly, Jennifer made her way to the emergency room.