Chapter 124

• Cynthia hadn't slept all night. She had spent hours watching Ken, making sure each breath was steady. Every few minutes, she touched his hand or checked his pulse, just to be sure he was still alive.
• The clock on the wall ticked past 7 a.m. Cynthia sat up, rubbed her eyes, and let out a long sigh. Andrew was still awake too, though half asleep on the couch beside the window.
• Cynthia opened the small box that Dr. John had given her the day before. Inside was the vial of the antidote. She carefully drew the liquid into the syringe, tapped it gently, and injected the dose slowly into Ken's arm, just like Mara had instructed. When she was done, she wiped the spot with cotton, replaced the cap, and sat back down.