Chapter Sixteen

Two days later, it was a mild day. Freya woke up feverish and it appeared like she'd malaria. Her hands were shaking just as she tried to accept the cup of coffee from Broderick. She drew back as a falling sensation came over her, catching her by surprise. She'd never suffered from depression or malaria before - but then she'd never been exposed to such a life style before, either. Their meal actually lacks the proper diet most of the time; because it seem like they've gone bankruptcy now. Even Mr Murphy's comfort was amply secured at this point.

Broderick paused momentarily when he saw her, then continued toward her. She managed to fix a smile to her face, even though her heart was racing and her treacherous body was already threatening to melt down at the mere sight of him. He said nothing as he stopped right in front of her observing something else, but his pale eyes were busy searching her face - warily, she thought. Now he heaved a soft sigh and bowed his head thoughtfully, the