CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alison
Finally home after a rough night and an even worse morning, Alison was still nauseated and slightly dizzy because she hadn’t been able to hold anything down since eating the pork nachos and cotton candy last night. Ugh. Just the thought of the food from the arena made her stomach flop. Her toast popped up, hot and slightly browned.
She groaned before taking a bite. “Mmm…dry toast. Delicious.” But at least it didn’t make her stomach worse.
The lingering smell of the burnt crumbs in the toaster weren’t as inviting. Hurrying out of the kitchen, she needed to escape that smell before the nausea started all over again. She couldn’t stand another round of it.
Curling up in her own bed, she burrowed into the soft, warm covers and turned on the television. She’d alrea
