Dominique's POV

It took a few days, but I had finally started to feel like myself again. I could walk for longer than a few minutes at a time, and my appetite had returned to nearly normal. The black strands of poison scarring my arms had faded to narrow lines, but hadn't entirely disappeared. The doctor warned me that they might never go away entirely, but I didn't care. I was alive, and I was with the man I loved. I had everything I needed.

It was almost Halloween, and ...