( Issac POV )
All the participants were kneeling next to the chairs of their patients, reading the books in their hands and trying to create the right antidote. Each of the participants took their time for another twenty minutes. The poison in people's bodies were slowly starting to show their ugly side. I crossed my arms on my chest, leaning against the red oak. I strained my ears, listening to what each of the participants was saying to the person sitting in front of him... Nothing, in particular, an attempt to reassure, to comfort or a stern order to shut up. One detail that has not escaped my eye is that I cannot hear what Amelia is saying to the person who is her key to victory.
I reached out my hand and patted Madeline on the shoulder, who fixed her grey eyes on me with a question
