Diane's POV
As we rounded up the tour, my stomach churned violently. The sudden nausea came out of nowhere, bile rising up my throat. I slowed my steps, pressing a hand to my belly in an attempt to steady myself.
"Diane?" George’s voice was filled with concern.
I swallowed hard, trying to push the rising bile back down my throat to avoid embarrassment but the nausea only worsened. "I need to go inside," I said hurriedly.
His eyes darkened with worry as he stepped closer. "Are you okay? Do you need me to—"
I didn't wait to hear the rest. I turned on my heel and walked briskly toward the nearest entrance, barely making it to the washroom before the contents of my stomach forced their way up.
I barely registered the sound of the door opening behind me, but then I felt warm, steady han
