ISABELLE

I opened my eyes and I immediately felt nauseous.

My stomach churned, and I instinctively clutched at the sheets, as if they could somehow anchor me to stability.

“What the hell?” I thought, squeezing my eyes shut

My mind scrambled to place the cause….

Bad food? A weird smell? I couldn’t pinpoint it.

When I felt a bit better, I rolled in bed, groaning as I stuffed my face into my pillow.

Andrew had not messaged me after his last message which he said, he had to handle something else.

I wonder if it was Jake's way of handling it or it was just coincidence, but nevertheless, I was...