No Free House
Chloe lay on the bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, or perhaps at somewhere beyond it.
When she heard the door, she turned her head.
Her gaunt face filled with shock when she saw me, and her eyes widened as though she were glaring.
I sat on the only chair in the room and held out the container of chicken soup I'd brought.
"This used to be your favorite. I didn't know how serious it was before I came. You can't eat now, can you?"
Paraquat poisoning progressed far faster than most people understood.
After their failed visit to my office, Derek's gambling debts had continued to snowball.