Chapter 59 Mrs Walton

• Margot stumbled out of bed as soon as the light of dawn filtered through the curtains. Her hand covered her mouth instinctively while making her way to the bathroom. She held her breath as the familiar surge of nausea hit her hard. Margot’s eyes widened when she barely made it on time.
• “Urk!”
• She retched, kneeling by the toilet, her body convulsing with each heave. The sound of her vomiting echoed through the walls of the bathroom, filling her ears with the painful grunts she had to overcome.