Five minutes ago.
Leah had brought the medication upstairs.
She knocked gently on the door, but no response came from inside. Thinking that Frederick might have fallen into a deep sleep due to the fever, she didn’t knock again. Instead, she turned the handle and opened the door.
The room was dim.
The curtains were not drawn, and the pale white moonlight filtered in, just enough for Leah to see her way. She walked to the bedroom and, upon seeing the man lying flat on the bed, carefully placed the medication on the bedside table.
As she got closer, she realized something was wrong.
She quickly turned on the bedside lamp, and in its soft light, she saw the beads of sweat on his forehead and temples. Leah grabbed a few tissues and began wiping his sweat away. As her hand brushed against
