“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.

to rest, Anton,” I

just one of those things. Bad luck, or

call it.”

luck doesn’t even begin to cover it,”

“Get better,

red ‘end call’

I’m not sick? I

everyone else did, right?”

didn’t eat the seafood dish, did you?” Anton’s voice has

realization in it.

last night.

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

be it, Abby. That has to be the

should check on everyone who ate

dread washes over me. “Do

counters, coughing a little. “I’ll send a

anyone

have to do

can do, Abby, especially since I cannot

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