It had been a long, rough day, and I hadn't eaten anything.

My stomach was killing me, and I pressed my hand against it, trying to fight through the pain as cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Richard leaned in, his voice soft with worry.

"It's nothing. Just my stomach hurting a bit." I bit my lip and forced a small smile.

"We missed dinner - I should've realized. It's getting late," Richard said, ...