Two days later
Skylar
My stomach convulses violently, and the acidic burn rises in my throat as I retch into the toilet. Each heave feels like a punch to my already weakened body, a violent expulsion of the poison churning within me.
Through the haze of nausea, Soon's concerned voice pierces the air from the other side of the stall.
"Are you okay, Sky? Do you need help?"
I manage a weak "I’m okay" between retches, still grappling with the relentless nausea. At least I didn't disrupt the wedding ceremony; I made it to the start of the wedding reception! But for the past fifteen minutes, I've been locked in this damn restroom, purging my insides.
Summoning strength from my trembling legs, I open the door and force a strained smile at Soon. "I'm okay," I reassure her as I walk to the
