Chapter 41. Panic

Sofie’s POV

“Are you sure you really don’t want to eat anything?” Katie’s chirpy voice rang in my head as I stared into space, various unbridled thoughts about my strange illness swirling within me.

I feigned a smile. “Yeah, I’m sure. I had a lot to eat this morning before I left the house.”

“Okay then, but let me know if you want any of my chicken nuggets.” She winked, putting one of the nuggets into her mouth.

The sight, coupled with the mixture of food aromas in the cafeteria, made me want to puke my guts out. I stealthily placed my menthol-infused handkerchief against my nostrils to prevent further questions from Katie. I couldn’t even eat breakfast today because the entire mansion—especially the kitchen—smelled like rotten eggs to me. I had no idea what was going on