Chapter 122: Books

Aurora curled up tighter, her body shaking. Her stomach churned, and she felt sick.

She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to breathe, but the nausea only got worse.

Her mind wouldn't stop replaying everything—her mother's tears, her own cruel words, the pain Mary must have felt all those years.

Aurora threw the blanket off her and sat up quickly.

The room spun, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to take deep breaths.

But it wasn't enough.

She stumbled out of bed, rushing to the bathroom.

As soon as she reached the sink, she gagged. Nothing came out at first, just dry heaving, but then bile burned her throat.

Aurora gripped the sink tightly, her legs shaking. Tears mixed with sweat on her face.

When she finally stopped, she felt weak. Her body was cold, but her forehead burned.

She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face, trying to steady her breath.