Before she could finish her words, she vomited blood on the floor again.

Thankfully, the quilt was not stained, or Mrs. Moorsum would have been worried about her.

She wiped the blood off the floor with several tissues and flushed them down the toilet. It was as if nothing had happened.

Tired of abrupt mood swings, she lay on the bed and wrapped herself tightly with the sheet to get warmer.

Perhaps because of the fever, she felt chilly in a cold sweat, losing all consciousness.

She had a dream.

In this dream, Cristofer held her gently in his arms and apologized to her. He said that it was his...