It turned out that inhaling every last piece and crumb of the offerings on the table wasn’t such a brilliant idea. Callum broke into a sweat as his stomach started to act up and nausea began to roll up his throat.
“Callum, are you all right? You look very pale.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” he muttered, clamping a hand over his mouth as he dashed out the door. He heaved heavily into what he suspected were Tirzah’s flower bushes. Callum felt a hand rubbing his back and he turned to glance over his shoulder. Ainsley looked blurred through the moisture in his eyes.
“I—I’m sorry about the flowers…”
“Shh, it’s all right,” said Ainsley. He kept massaging the back of his neck while Callum spat.
He accepted a glass of water from Ainsley wordlessly and cleansed his mouth, staring gingerly a
