Aurelia hunched over the sink, her throat dry from puking her breakfast.

“Did you eat something bad?” Olivia's brows knitted in worry as she rubbed Aurelia’s back.

“No.” Aurelia coughed out. She filled her hand with water and splashed it against her face. It helped calm the burning sensations on her skin. “It’s probably jet lag. The flight back to New York was long.”

“Hmm. All the more reason why you shouldn’t have resumed work immediately after getting back.” Olivia ...