Chapter 83

Roselle eyed the picnic basket sitting next to her on the seat. Opening the brown basket, she took out a cling-wrapped sandwich. As soon as the aroma of chicken wafted up her nose, her stomach twisted, turning on itself, forcing bile to rise up her throat. "I'll eat later. I can't eat anything right now," she said, putting the sandwich back in the basket. Only when the aroma was no longer penetrating her olfactory senses was she able to breathe freely again.