A few moments later, I started to get the feeling my stomach was turning in on itself. I was shaking. I knew I would have to leave the room and get some food. I just hoped Ethan had cleaned up his vomit because it was sure to turn my stomach. I didn't want to spend the night puking over the toilet.
I opened my door as quietly as I could and tiptoed out to the hallway. Ethan's apartment was huge, and the kitchen was perfect. It wasn't fair that he had the best of everything. He sure as hell didn't deserve it.
I passed the spot I'd left Ethan at on the floor. Everything was cleaned up and smelled strongly of some kind of chemical cleaner. I had to hold my nose.
The lights in the kitchen were already on. When I saw Ethan standing next to the stove, I started to leave but my stomach had o
