Chloe
I licked my dry lips and shook my head, trying to quiet the thoughts rising inside me.
Mind your business, Chloe. That voice in my head was stern today. I wasn’t exactly in a position to throw stones from my glass house. The last thing I needed was to draw attention, especially not with these crazy people.
I looked down at my food, picked up my fork, and was about to take a bite when my stomach turned. I froze. The metal of the fork hit my lips, but I didn’t move any further. The nausea was back again.
Shit.
I put the fork down and covered my mouth with my hand.
From the head of the table, my father raised an eyebrow. “Is the food not to your taste?”
I swallowed thickly, forcing the bile back down. “No, sir. It is. I’m just… not feeling well.”
His frown deepened. “Then go to
