Chapter Twenty-Two: Kat

Kat

Monday morning was destroying Kat. She felt like she’d had a bottle of tequila chased by a bottle of whiskey, even though all she’d had was a cup of mint tea after a quiet weekend alone. She was exhausted and queasy beyond belief. She had tried a cup of coffee before leaving the house, but the first sip had her running for the toilet. Currently, she was sitting at her desk devoting all of her energy to not puking up the tea and saltines she’d forced down.

“You doing okay?” Renee asked, putting her hand on Kat’s shoulder. Kat hadn’t even heard her come up.

“What?” Kat asked, startling out of her daze. She realized that she was still on the same screen she had been on thirty minutes ago.

“Are you okay?” Renee repeated. “You look pretty awful.”

“Gee, thanks,” Kat replied, putting her hand to her head to find it was the normal temperature, but the small movement made her stomach churn. “I don’t feel so good, though.”

It was then that the contents of Kat’s stomach decided to stage a re