Chapter 351

Her doorbell woke her later and she dared to get out of bed and made it to the door without passing out or puking. Yay for the small wins. She opened the door and the young guy on the other side flinched visibly and took a step back. She must look about as good as she felt. “Uh. I've got a package here for Chloe?” “That's me,” she said, “hand it over.” He passed her the basket - yeah, it was a gift basket, fucking Peyton - and she signed his little digital thingy before slamming the door in his face. She really couldn't people today. Dragging her weak arse and her gift basket into the kitchen, she poured herself a lukewarm ginger ale and sipped. The liquid slipped down her abused throat and she closed her eyes to savour it. There was just nothing like ginger ale when you were feeling like crap. With a sigh, she opened the packet of plain crackers and nibbled on one as she took her glass of ginger ale back to bed. Just as she was thinking that maybe the worst of it was over, her stomach