"I think I'm going to be sick," I manage to whisper before clamping a hand over my mouth.

Skye graciously leads me directly to a private washroom, where I immediately fall to the floor in front of the toilet and heave my guts out. I can barely catch my breath as another wave of nausea slams into me, stealing my ability to breathe and bringing tears to my eyes. The tears manage to sneak out, trailing down my cheeks as I throw up everything I've eaten today.

Skye's cool ...