“I just can’t believe this is happening,” I say, my voice breaking a little. “This is

like some sort of nightmare.”

“Yeah, it is,” Anton agrees, the exhaustion evident in his voice. “The timing

couldn’t be worse.”

The timing is beyond terrible; it’s catastrophic. I close my eyes for a moment,

taking in the sounds around me—the muffled chatter of people on their morning

commute, the distant laughter of a group of teenagers on the way to school, the

soft cooing of a baby.

Life is moving on, unfazed by my little disaster. I wish I could say the same for

myself. Because right now, I feel like I’m trapped in a motionless void of

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suffering.

I

is just one of those things. Bad luck, or fate, or whatever you want

call it.”

doesn’t even begin to cover it,”

swallowing. “Get better, Anton. See

the red ‘end call’ button on my phone, a

I’m not sick?

everyone else did, right?”

seafood dish, did you?” Anton’s voice

realization in it.

think back to last night. “Oh right,

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

That

should check on

me. “Do you think everyone else

not panic yet,” Anton counters, coughing a little. “I’ll send a

anyone else

do that, Anton.

Abby, especially since I

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