Mary Flora Bell Novels & Stories

I power on the device, clicking on the call button and dialing the only number I know. She picks up after two rings. "Bella?" "I lost my phone." "Where the hell are you?" she snaps. "I've been waiting for you at the hospital." "Hospital?" She's silent for a while. "You don't know?" she asks slowly, cautiously. My heart drops and suddenly I'm so cold that my hands are shaking. Something terrible must have happened. "Mark was poisoned. He's in the hospital as we speak. His mother is here too and she has asked me to call you like fifteen times now. The doctor says it's not looking good," she explains.