The day began like any other boring day Gail had been having. What she didn't know was that she would buy trouble for herself before the end of the day.

She rubbed gently at her throat, willing the nausea to ease back down. It had started before dawn, dragging her through weird dreams and leaving her curled on her side like the fetus she was carrying. It was a sour reminder of what she had to get herself into in order to achieve her aim.

She sat up, swallowing against the metallic taste in ...