Jasmine

A wave of nausea ripped me from my sleep. I sat up, dazed as I looked around my bedroom. My mind whirled with questions as I threw back the covers and hurried toward the bathroom. Falling to my knees, I retched as the contents of my stomach came back up my throat.

“You’re going to be okay,” the female voice said softly while gentle hands gathered my hair.

My entire body trembled as I peered over my shoulder to see Catalina. Before I could speak, another ...