MIA
THE NEXT DAY
Morning came quicker than expected, but for me, it dragged since I didn’t sleep well. I tossed and turned all night. Worry and nerves kicking in kept me awake.
I should have rested, but I would have to fake it for everyone. I was dressed and ready before Sasha even surfaced from her slumber. Mum had asked for breakfast to be delivered to our room, which I am now grateful that she did.
The knock came shortly, which Sasha answered and got the food from whoever it was. Once she got it, she thanked them and closed the door behind her. Turning around, she smiled and headed toward me. Placing the tray on the table.
As much as I knew I should eat, my stomach was in knots. The mere thought of eating was making me sick.
“Eat something,” Sasha murmured, which made me gi
