Emilia sat by Raymond’s side, her mind racing with Dr. Liana’s recent words. Clearing out all the food in the house and controlling Raymond’s meals personally felt extreme, but if it meant keeping him safe, she was more than willing to do it.

Determined, Emilia stood and quietly slipped out of the room, casting a last glance at Raymond’s sleeping form. She headed straight to the kitchen, where she could already smell the blend of spices and simmering stew. The scent usually brought her comfort, but today it only heightened her urgency. This has to be done, she told herself firmly.

As she entered the kitchen, she spotted Madame Dolores...