Annabelle was so shaken that she could only keep staring at the liver-like clump that seemed to be dancing around in the bowl with glee.

Her pulse thrummed in her ears, drowning out everything else.

She didn’t even notice when Judith burst through the door like an avenging angel, and barely registered the nurse’s hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong, miss?” Judith asked, her voice laced with concern.

“What is wrong with me?” Annabelle whispered, more to herself than to the nurse, her eyes still locked on the unsettling clump.

Judith followed her gaze, her face tightening in a mix of worry and understanding when she saw the contents of...