stomach clenched

“It’s always about him,” she said sharply. The road descended into an oak filled valley. Her nerve faltered, and she felt her arms tingle. Carolyn wondered, her stomach clenched hard, suddenly fearful of proceeding. The light changed green. She lowered her shoulders slightly and pressed the accelerator. “I don’t care,” she said, surrendering. “This is about me. I want this.”

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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