When we got back to the cabin, I tried to rest on the couch with Hale. He turned on an old movie and I nearly got swept away with nostalgia, but my stomach started to rumble.
I knew that seafood always messed with my stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten the fish. It had just looked so good, I couldn't resist trying it while we were here, so close to the beach. It seemed to be fighting me back though.
I excused myself to go to the restroom. I slipped down the hall, my pace hurrying the closer I got to the bathroom door. By the time I got inside, I had to use all my self control not to slam the door closed. I knelt before the toilet and vomited.
It seemed like a waste of a good meal. I hated to see it go, but once the rumbling in my stomach stopped, I was relieved. I laid on the cool ti
