When I return, I slide back into bed next to her. But I can’t help the frown forming on my face as I notice how pale her lips look—ashen, almost. It reminds me of when my mother first fell ill with cancer. The thought twists my stomach with fear. What if it’s the same thing?

[…]

“There’s no need to see a doctor,” Giselle grumbles.

“Yes, there is,” I say firmly. “You’ve looked unusually pale for days, and this exhaustion isn’t normal.”

“I just haven’t been sleeping ...