Anderson
The headache started in the middle of a meeting. A dull, nagging throb at the base of my skull, like a warning sign I had learned to ignore. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple as the voices around me droned on. My assistant, David, glanced at me, his brows knitting in concern, but I waved him off.
I was fine. Just tired.
I hadn’t been sleeping well. My appetite was shot. I’d lost weight, enough for people to notice, but I told them I was just busy. Stress did that.
Didn’t it?
I reached for my water, but my hand trembled. I quickly curled my fingers into a fist and set it in my lap.
The room felt too bright, the voices too loud, my pulse hammering in my ears. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the dizziness came fast, a wave crashing over me
