Abby
“You need to bring this with you.”
Looking at the strange little vial in Karl’s hand, my eyebrows knit together of their own accord.
“What… What’s that?” I ask, although I think I already know the answer.
Karl looks at me for a long time, as though he’s struggling to find the right words. Finally, he just holds the vial out to me. “You have to keep taking it every day,” he says softly. “Otherwise it won’t work.”
With trembling hands, I reach out and take the vial. It’s surprisingly cool in my palm even though he’s been holding it.
I can feel my heart physically sink as I take the vial from him and begin inspecting the familiar contents inside. When I finally spot the intricate “A” etched into the glass, a heavy ball of dread drifts through me like a heavy stone
