I end the call slowly, lowering the phone from my ear as a strange wave of exhaustion suddenly crashes into me.
At first I think it's just grief, stress or Lack of sleep but then dizziness hits me so hard the ground almost tilts beneath my feet.
I blink rapidly.
What the hell….?
My stomach twists violently and a sharp nauseating roll climbs straight up my throat so suddenly that panic flashes through me immediately.
Oh God.
I'm abut to throw up on Margarets burial ground. I press a hand hard against my stomach, breathing unevenly as another wave hits.
The smell of damp grass, flowers and the heavy scent of funeral roses. Suddenly everything smells too strong and too overwhelming.
I swallow hard against the nausea rising rapidly in my throat.
Nope. No no no.
