Diane had never understood how something as simple as a smell could turn a perfectly normal morning into a personal attack.She had been standing in the kitchen for less than five minutes when the scent of coffee drifting from the machine made her stomach turn so violently that she had to grip the edge of the marble island.Her eyes squeezed shut.For a second, she stood completely still, waiting for the nausea to pass.It didn’t.“Oh, for God’s sake,” she muttered.The kitchen was quiet around her, washed in the pale grey light of the early morning. Diane usually loved mornings like this.Or at least, she used to.Lately, everything had felt wrong.Her sleep had been terrible. She would fall into bed exhausted and somehow wake up feeling as though she hadn’t slept at all. Her body ached for no reason she could explain. Food tasted strange. Some days she was hungry enough to eat everything placed in front of her, and other days, the sight of a meal made her stomach twist.She blamed s
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