MARION

“Mmm…” I groaned, rolling onto my side. The room was dark, shadows stretching long across the floor. I wasn’t even sure what day it was. The fever had finally broken. I remembered flashes of my family doctor’s voice, cool hands on my forehead, Demetria’s lap beneath my head. The bed was empty now. I glanced around the room. She’s not in here.

Voices drifted through the door, soft, familiar. Pushing myself up, I shuffled toward the bathroom. After I relieved myself, I ...