The harsh winds of the unexpected early winter whispered through the boughs of the tall pines. A mix of emotions crossed Helena's face, her brows furrowing with concern as she mustered the courage to voice her inquiry. "What happened?" Her voice trembled slightly, filled with worry and a hint of fear. Looking at the dead girl's body on one horse and Carter holding another, who looked on the edge of death.
She raised her eyebrows. "Are the rest of you okay?"
Merrick stepped in and responded to her questions, saying, "We're doing alright, although the girl who passed away had the plague, and we suspect her close friend may have contracted it as well."
