[Lilia]

My stomach twisted and retched as if someone had pushed their hands through my mouth and pulled my organs out. My fingers curled around the edge of the sink, nails digging into the porcelain surface until the tips went white. I felt as if my very soul was being wrung dry.

My vision blurred, my ears rang with a high-pitched drone, and I couldn't stop the uncontrollable flow of tears streaming down my cheeks. It was a hollow, horrible feeling, spilling my guts down the drain. The acrid ...