NADIA

The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, but I felt none of its warmth. My body was sluggish, way down by exhaustion, I couldn’t shake. I clutched the sink in the washroom, my stomach roiling with nausea as the bitter taste of bile lingered in my mouth.

This was the fourth morning in a row I’d woken up feeling like this, and my persistence headaches and fatigue left me frustrated and confused. The doctor’s warning about my health echoed in my mind. I knew I couldn’t delay any longer, pulling on a simple coat, I slipped out of the house unnoticed, not even by any of Luciano’s men....