We ate breakfast at a nearby restaurant. However, I felt like something was stuck in my throat, so even though my breakfast looked delicious, I could hardly swallow it. I picked up my glass of water again and took a drink.
"Baby, you’ve been doing nothing but drinking water; you haven't even touched your food," Nick remarked, staring at my face. "Are you okay?"
"No... Yes," I replied instead. I knew I wasn't acting like myself. I wondered why I couldn't say the things I needed to say right now—things I should be asking Nick directly.
"But you seem sluggish. And you look pale," he said, reaching out to touch my face. "You don't have a fever," he added, with worry visible in his eyes. I couldn't tell if what I was seeing was genuine.
"Maybe I'm just tired; Serenity and I went out yesterd
