Ella’s POV
“Ella! Ella!”
A small hand grabs the back of my dress and gives a tug.
Feeling slightly dazed, I continue through the door to the hallway, desperately in need of some fresh air.
“Ella!”
Ali appears in front of me, looking concerned.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, nearly stumbling as I make my way to the nearest exit at the back of the packhouse, taking a huge, shaky breath and gasping slightly when I reach outside, crossing my arms around my belly as I lean over, almost feeling as if I am about to be sick, my heart racing so hard it hurts.
Ali pats my back comfortingly but stays quiet beside me.
Closing my eyes, I stay like this until the feeling of nausea passes, my breathing becomes nice and steady, and my heart returns to a normal rhythm.
“Sorry…I t
