Lately, her hair had been falling out in clumps, and nosebleeds had returned for reasons she couldn’t explain. She assumed this one, like the others, would stop in a few minutes. But the dizziness worsened, her vision dimmed, and her face drained to an almost ghostly pallor.
Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from Soren: Linnea, you haven’t forgotten what day it is today, have you? Get over here!
Her hands trembled as she clicked the location—Greymount Cemetery. Today was the anniversary of Ellie’s death.
She hesitated, clutching her chest as a suffocating pain spread through it. “Soren, I’m not feeling well today. Can you—”
“What did you say?” His voice over the phone was like ice. “Unless you’re dead, crawl over here and apologize to my sister!”
Not daring to delay, she rushed out into the pouring rain.