Chapter 10Martha was in denial.
She was sure that the two warm drinks at the winter lodge had fought off the cold snap that sometimes wormed its way under her skin when she was around the snow too long without protective gear. When her throat started to hurt, she was sure that the Echinacea she’d taken the moment she was back at her place had warded off whatever impending illness was on its way. She even said a prayer, for all that that was worth, before she went to bed that night. Please let me stay healthy, dear great Marie Curie, the goddess of science, so I can see Roland again. She repeated the same words when she woke in the morning, but this time, she knew it was no use. Her throat hurt. Her nose was plugged.
Martha was sick.
It was cruel, really. Seemed like every time she was c
