#Chapter 325: Sleepless

Nina The moment the nausea hit me, I knew something was off. It wasn’t just a twinge of discomfort, either. It was a mad dash to the bathroom to keep myself from making a mess all over the entire house. When I finally leaned over the toilet, emptying whatever remnants were in my stomach, I felt fragile and weak, like I was hanging on by a thread. What was this awful stomach bug? And why had it been plaguing me for so long? “Great timing, Nina,” I muttered to myself as I rinsed my mouth and splashed a little cold water on my face. The cold shock momentarily gave me a tiny burst of energy, but as I looked in the mirror, I couldn't deny the pallor of my skin and the unmistakable drowsiness in my eyes. I looked like I was half-dead. Suddenly, my phone buzzed from the living room and brought me back to reality. I recognized Enzo’s ringtone—our song—and my heart did a little flip. Forcing myself to put on a facade of normalcy, I managed to stumble