Nathan’s car pull through the streets. Giovanni sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her eyes sharp despite the gentle hum of the engine. Mia, curled slightly in the back, had her hand pressed to her mouth, pale and trembling.

“I… I think I’m going to be sick,” she murmured, voice tight with nausea. Before anyone could respond, she leaned forward, retching violently into the small trash bag Nathan had handed her when they first left. Giovanni’s hand flew to the edge of the bag, ...