Chapter 228
- Leah's POV
- The sterile stench of antiseptic clawed at my throat as I stood beside Liam’s Nonna. Her arm lay bloated on the mattress, purple veins snaking beneath skin stretched thin as rot-stained parchment.
- "A carrot," Liam had choked out earlier between sobs, "it’s swollen like a goddamn carrot."