Chapter 4

I never received the prescription. Zander said he had already thrown it away.

While I was recovering, Carlie stayed by my side every step of the way, taking care of me.

Zander hardly ever came home, and when he did, he always carried the faint scent of medicine mixed with the honey blossom hair oil Cecelia liked to use. Whenever I caught that smell, my heart froze over.

The day Carlie fell ill, there wasn't a single warning.

That morning, she was still smiling as she served me oatmeal. "Eleanor, eat up and take care of yourself. You'll have another…