Chapter Forty-One
Starlyn exhaled deeply as she pressed the door closed, nearly stumbling in the hall as her head spun. She had never been so nauseous in her life, and the feeling became near unbearable. Her mother experienced the same thing just before she died. Starlyn didn’t know how she could walk when her mother had been bedridden, though perhaps she expected the pain and therefore was better able to deal with it than her mother. She wasn’t ready to give up yet; beyond anything else, she wanted to know what caused her mother’s demise, and now hers. It felt like she would never know, and that thought scared her more than the death she knew approached.
She made her way down the stairs, one step at a time, while holding onto the rail, appearing strong, and yet all around her spun, maki
