“Hot again,” Violet noted, the morning of the third day. Rory had stirred all throughout the night, groggy and forgone of his senses. His hair sectioned in tufts of wet red, yet his body suffered from never-ending shivers. Violet tucked him in and addressed the others. “How’s the wind?”
“Bad,” said Linus, closing the shutters tight. “No idea when it’ll let up.”
Violet approached the other three, wheels turning in her mind. “I’m afraid it might be serious. He keeps up like this and I dunno how long he’ll last. We may have to take him into town.”
“Into town?” Mei clarified. She gestured to the swirling storm beyond their walls. “He’ll die of cold before we got close.”
“But we have to try, don’t we? What if we just—?”
“I said no, Violet. And that’ll be the end of it.” From then on, if Vi
