Fear drove all feeling from my body. Then, at once, in a wave, in all came rushing back, and I was moving.
Mark had turned to lead us, but he was too slow. I already knew the way, so I started to run.
My little girl was sick. I had to get back to her side as soon as I could.
It didn’t make any sense. I was just there with her, eating cookies and having fun. She had seemed fine then, in good health. How could the illness set in so quickly? Usually there was at least symptoms before!
I needed to get back to her. My poor girl was probably as scared as me. She never understood why her body would just stop working.
I didn’t understand it either.
As I ran, two pairs of footsteps followed close behind. Nicholas had followed then. Good. If I didn’t have his presence nearby, I might fall apar
