Was this really how it was going to be for them?
A determined look flashed in Annabelle Linton's eyes. 'No, I won't let Leona Grant die.'
'I won't. I absolutely won't.'
...
Leona Grant was gone for two days.
The suppressant for this virus was only effective for about four or five days. Vivian Yates had given Annabelle Linton two pills—one for her and one for Leona Grant—but Annabelle had given both to Leona Grant, taking none for herself.
Then, her symptoms began to manifest.
Late at night, Annabelle Linton began running a fever. She lay in bed, her head dizzy and throbbing, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
As she was drifting in and out of consciousness, she suddenly felt someone pinning her down. The overwhelming stench of alcohol washed over her.
Annabelle Linton's heart trembled.
The familiar scent... She knew who it was without even thinking. Annabelle Linton pushed at him, frowning as she said, "Leona Grant, don't."
