Chapter 3

I said softly to Dad, "Dad, I feel really awful. Can you take me to the hospital?"

Dad's brows furrowed, and he wouldn't even spare me a glance.

He said, "You've only been in school for a few days, and you're already pulling the sick act?

"If I'd known you were going to act like this, I never would've brought you here."

Remembering Grandpa's advice, I choked down the milk and trailed after Viggo, getting into the car.

Once inside, my breath felt hot, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

The milk I'd just swallowed started churning in…