Sophia's POV
I woke up to the worst feeling in the world.
My stomach churned violently, and before I could even process what was happening, I was stumbling out of bed and rushing to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before everything came up.
What the hell?
I knelt on the cold tile floor, waiting for the nausea to pass. My hands were shaking, and sweat beaded on my forehead. This felt exactly like when my stomach problems flared up back in medical school—the stress, the irregular meals, the constant anxiety.
It's just my old gastritis acting up. That's all.
I pulled myself up and opened the medicine cabinet. The bottle of antacids was right where I'd left it. I shook out two pills and swallowed them dry.
"Isabella?"
Vito's voice came from the bedroom.
"Are you alright?
