"I don't know yet," I lied. "But we're going to find out. Can you get dressed? I want to get you out of this house."

"I'm so tired." She leaned back against the pillows. "I don't think I can stand."

"Then I'll carry you." I went to the closet and found comfortable clothes for her. Sweatpants and a soft shirt that would be easy to put on.

I helped her change and she could barely lift her arms. Whatever Iris had been giving her had made her weak and uncoordinated. The rage building in my chest ...