Chapter Five
The next morning, Lizzie stumbled from bed and, after wrenching open the bathroom door, collapsed in front of the toilet to vomit until she had nothing left in her stomach. She moaned and shook, her skin clammy, and she wondered if she’d gotten food poisoning from those oysters the night before. But wouldn’t she have gotten sick sooner?
She dry-heaved before lying down on the cool bathroom tile, waiting for the nausea to fade. She breathed in deep, slow breaths, her eyes halfway closed.
“Lizard—Jesus Christ, are you okay?”
She groaned when Seth crouched down next to her. She must’ve not locked the door. He touched her forehead, smoothing back sweaty strands of hair.
“Can you sit up? Here, come on.” He helped her sit against the wall, and then he left for a moment, returni
