CHAPTER 17
Anna, on her knees in the corner of her bed chamber, rested forearms and hands on the rounded edge of a large, wooden bucket. She’d vomited so much the last few hours nothing was left. Sweating, her hair was matted against her face and forehead. All at once her stomach heaved. Clear bile rose up from her gut and rekindled the burning sensation from vomiting along the length of her throat. Long strands dangled from her lips. She gasped for air between retching. The muscles in her stomach felt knotted and sore.
After running a finger along her mouth and scraping mucus into the bucket, she sat with her legs under her and used her hand to brush hair from her eyes. Involuntary tears and sweat watered her vision.
Chills racked her body, as well as aches and pains. She wasn’t sure s
