Chapter 1193

"Is it serious or not?"

Dr. Wilson shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. "Well, for now, your symptoms are pretty mild-just a bit of resistance. But you only started showing signs last night. It's too soon to say how it'll develop."

"So..."

Sherilyn hesitated a moment, then asked, "Could you write me a prescription anyway?"

"Of course."

Dr. Wilson nodded, scribbled the prescription, and handed it to her with a few words of warning. "Same as always don't take more than I've recommended."

He passed her the slip of paper.

"If things get worse, don't just rely on the meds. Come see me right away, okay?"

"I will, thanks so much."

"Of course. That's what I'm here for."

Sherilyn thanked him, took the prescription, and headed out to pick up her medication.

Back at Blue Haven.

took Jenna upstairs for a nap. She herself hadn't slept well the night before, so she planned to

Jenna was dozing, Sherilyn slipped out of bed, grabbed her purse, and pulled out the bottle of pills

to swallow it, when her phone buzzed. It was a message

meeting with that French designer today. I'm on my way back to pick you up, then we'll

Oh, right.

calendar, and realized Gilbert was right—it was

designer was a big name in the industry. Just a couple of days ago, she'd

Not at

married? Spending her

stood now, she just couldn't bring herself to want any

to openly fight Gilbert-well, she'd tried that

what could she

at the little white pill in her palm,

off the bottle, dropped the pill back in, and closed it up. She wouldn't take it—not

asleep and angelic, and gently brushed a hand across her daughter's soft cheek. A bitter smile

long after,

her over carefully, as if searching for something in her face.

Sherilyn's answer was cool, her tone flat.

headed for the door. "We should go. We don't want to

"Sure."

reaching out as if to take

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