My nightmare happened. The thing we were trying to prevent—Millie got stung.
I realized it before she did. I tried not to react, hoping that if I kept her calm, then she wouldn’t actually feel sick. But I’m not a good enough actor to hide my fear.
Now Millie is standing in front of me, gripping her neck. I know how bad her neck stings. I have small bites all over my body that all burn. But unlike her, my entire body isn’t swelling up.
“What do I do?” I ask, knowing that time isn’t our friend. I have to get her help.
“Get us somewhere where we can call 911,” Millie says so calmly like she’s just telling me directions to drive to her favorite diner—not giving me instructions that can save her life.
I nod. “The road is close from this direction.” I pull out my cell. I don’t have any
