Alexandra couldn’t remember when the color of her delicious meat soup had become red. She glanced into the plate of yellow liquid then at her grandmother who was also looking at her.
Her heart began to pound, skipping several beats in-between as her mind brought up a thought.
Had she been poisoned? But when?
She glanced at the table, trying to figure out which dish had carried the key piece, but when she couldn’t deduct which dish had been poison, her gaze flew to her grandmother. The only person who she believed would have a motive to hurt her and the culprit.
But before she could open her mouth and accused the elderly woman, another wave of rough cough ripped through her lips. Alexandra felt like her entire inside was being torn to shreds as her body shook with a new wave o
