Tomorrow was the day. I woke up this morning with my stomach in knots once again, but today, I couldn’t shake the nausea. After breakfast, I had vomited the contents of my stomach twice over.
“I think it’s just the nerves,” I whispered to Brody, who had stayed behind while Sam and Nico went to the training grounds this morning. He had brought an ice-cold bottle of water and sleeve of crackers when he came up this morning, bringing a smile to my face.
I sipped on the cool water while he gave me a look, “You are going to stress yourself into an early grave,” he sighed.
“I’m going to die of a broken heart tomorrow if things don’t go the way I hope, so I guess it doesn’t really matter, now does it,” I shrugged.
He shook his head, “Absolutely not. You will not think like that right n
