Upon hearing that Eleanor wasn’t breathing, I ran toward my brother’s house, leaving Delilah behind. As I ran, fragments of the past rushed back into my mind—the first time Eleanor nearly died. Back then, Vinie had shown me a bottle similar to the one I’d just found. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
After a while I reached the house, the front door was wide open.
I rushed inside, I was looking around the room. Relief washed over me when I saw Eleanor on Elizabeth’s lap. She was awake now, though she looked pale and weak. Elizabeth looked up at me, her eyes looked watery it must be from the cry.
The moment she saw me, she hurried over, holding Eleanor out to me. “Ryder, please, check her!” she begged.
I gently took her into my arms. “What happened?” I asked.
Before Elizabeth could respond
