Chloe’s pov
I woke up with my skull pounding, every nerve in my body weighted down by a heavy, suffocating exhaustion.
I tried to push myself up on one elbow, but the world tilted violently. The bedroom spun, the ceiling beams blurring together as a sudden, sharp wave of nausea hit my throat like hot acid.
“Ahh! What…what’s happening?” I asked myself out loud.
I threw back the heavy quilt, scrambled out of bed, and sprinted blindly toward the corner washbasin.
I dropped to my knees on the cold floorboards, my hands clutching the porcelain rim as I vomited dryly. Nothing came up except bitter bile, my chest heaving in painful, ragged gasps as my stomach convulsed over and over.
The faint, buttery scent of freshly baked bread and fried bacon drifted up from the kitchen downstairs.
Nor
