MACEY 

I woke up the next morning feeling like absolute death. My stomach churned before I was even fully conscious, that awful twisting feeling that warned me something terrible was about to happen. For a few seconds, I just lay there, trying to breathe through it. Maybe if I didn’t move, it would go away. 

It didn’t. 

I groaned, rolled to my side, and before I could even think twice, I was on my feet—well, kind of. Half stumbling, half tripping—making a beeline straight to ...