48. Canceled plans

As I pick my outfit for the day, a wave of nausea crashes over me and I suddenly catch hold back the whole meal he had cooked for me. The hanger with the pretty skirt I had picked falls on the floor as I dash for the bathroom, past the man who was buttoning up his shirt. I crouch over the toilet bowl and I understand this is how my life is going to be from now on.

Not pretty. Definitely smelly and unkind, but there was not much I could do. I had to wait it out, didn’t I? I hear Killian’s hurried footsteps behind me, but I lean in and close the door before he can barge in and see me like that. All sweaty, throwing up into the expensive toilet bowl he had bought for this place.

A few strands of hair stick to my face and I feel even worse when I think that I need to get up and get moving. Everything felt like a chore right now. A boring, tedious chore that made me feel queasy. Was this some sort of bad karma? What did I do to deserve this?

Eventually, I get up and flush the toilet, clos