A Positive Secret

TAMSIN'S POV

The harsh reality of my mornings became a brutal routine. For two weeks straight, a savage wave of nausea forced me to throw up my breakfast every other day. I spent hours hunched over the cold porcelain, clutching my stomach as my body rebelled against whatever small meals I managed to choke down. The guys hovered and worried, but I brushed it off as lingering stress from the attack