Chapter 97 Something Is Wrong

• The first wave of nausea hit me while I was brushing my teeth.
• I clutched the edge of the sink, my knuckles whitening as the basin steadied me. The toothpaste foam in my mouth felt like acid. I spat it out quickly, trying to convince myself it was something I ate last night. Maybe the leftover lasagna had gone bad. Maybe it was just a random spell of dizziness.
• But deep down, I knew better. My body was speaking a language I was only just starting to understand. And that terrified me.