Sophia’s P.O.V

I barely made it past the front doors before my knees buckled and I staggered to the side, grabbing onto the nearest marble pillar as a hot wave surged up my throat. I didn’t even have time to think or breathe, I just doubled over and retched onto the cobblestones. My stomach twisted violently again and again, though there was hardly anything in it. My mother gasped behind me.

“Oh my God, Sophia!” she cried, rushing to my side. My father was there a second ...