Two Weeks Later
Today was not a good day. I wasn’t feeling well. I had barely made it through the morning with Noah and now that I was at the gallery, I felt even worse.
All day I had barely been able to stomach anything more than a few sips of water. Every time that I tried, my gag reflex would kick in. Noah had been very concerned, but I had waved him off. It was probably just a stomach bug.
Molly hadn’t been as nice. She’d yelled at me all day for being slow and not having enough energy. Unfortunately, Noah hadn’t come with me today so she was even extra mean. I tried avoiding her as much as possible, but she’d seemed hell-bent on seeking me out.
As I stood up from my latest piece of artwork, dizziness made the room swim. I staggered, holding onto the table to keep my balance. Ka
