Summer POV

“Come on, Henrietta, wake up. Gosh, what happened?”

I ran to the kitchen and filled a plastic cup with what. If I called an ambulance, how would I explain this? The last thing I needed was to be accused of killing Henrietta. I hurried to her and splashed water on her pale face.

She flinched and took in small breaths until she broke into a fit of coughs.

“You’re okay,” I breathed a sigh of relief.

She cradled her head and nodded. “That hasn’t happened since I was a ...