Lyla
I ended up pacing around my room for the rest of the night.
Shane had carried me to bed shortly after my phone call with Melanie and my subsequent breakdown. He'd tucked me in and made sure that I was all right before heading off to bed himself—his early morning shift soon arriving.
As soon as I heard him turn off his light, I rolled out of bed. Feeling like I was trapped under the restraining weight of all my blankets gave me an oppressed feeling that didn't sit right with me. I wanted to throw up again, but my throat still burned and I had nothing left in my system anymore.
The second I'd gotten home, I'd thrown up all of my food from the restaurant. Shane had felt bad and had tried to feed me something light after I'd calmed down, but nothing sounded appetizing. Everything w
