Chapter 59 Letter

• “Are you sure you and Cath will be alright? I can just cancel my meetings and go back, Giselle. I am worried sick about her—”
• “No…No, she will be alright, Otis,” I chewed my lip as I looked at my five-year-old child lying on her little bed. Cath was breathing hard. Her face was flushed, and she was burning with fever.
• I was panicking inside but I never wanted Otis to worry about us so I calmed myself down while wiping Cath with a wet towel. It somehow relaxed her a bit and she was slowly getting sleepy.