Nadine POV
It had been a week since Layla and I moved into my old home, and we were finally settling in. We were making dinner together tonight, our laughter filling the kitchen as we chopped vegetables and shredded cheese for the chicken carbonara we had planned to make.
"So grandfather called again?" I asked Layla, stirring the pasta on the stove.
Layla nodded, her brow furrowed slightly. "Yeah, I don't know why he isn't calling you to check in."
As Layla and I stood there in the kitchen, chatting and laughing like we always did, a wave of nausea suddenly washed over me. It felt like my stomach was tying itself in knots, and I could feel the telltale signs of impending sickness creeping up on me.
I tried to push the feeling away, taking deep breaths and sipping on my water, but it
