CHAPTER 20
MIAThe next morning, my stomach felt like it was about to burst. I tore the blankets off of me and stumbled out of bed toward our bathroom, doubling over the toilet and grasping on to the seat.
Please, don’t be all that wine. Please, don’t be all the wine. Anything but that wine.
“Mia,” Michael said, his voice groggy with sleep. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
I heaved into the toilet, nothing coming out. My stomach felt like it was twisting and turning, hurting more than it’d ever had hurt before. My fingers dug into the seat until they turned white.
Michael pulled my hair out of my face, crouching behind me and rubbing my back.
“Oh God,” I whispered, feeling something come up. “I think I ate or drank something bad last night.”
My mind flickered to that party last night
