Delaney tossed and turned in her sleep, her body burning up with fever. She had been moved to the bed with her husband and now they were both unconscious.
Violet Adair went nervously from one side of the bed to the other, removing a cool wet cloth from each of their foreheads and replacing it with another. She had had Harris get more pain medicine from the witch and now she gave a small dose to each of them every hour or so. She had no proof they were in pain but she imagined they must be.
Miles still hadn't returned. She had written to him of what had happened and had a messenger take it to him. She knew she had a new grandchild. Her first. But she couldn't think about that now. Not with the lives of her son and daughter-in-law in such an unstable state.
