The first sign something was wrong came while I was helping Jenny in the nursery. I'd been folding tiny onesies, enjoying the peaceful task and the sound of Elijah's soft cooing from his crib, when the room suddenly tilted. Heat rushed through my body, followed immediately by bone-deep chills that left me gasping.
"Arianna?" Jenny's voice sounded distant, though she stood right beside me. "You okay?"
I tried to nod, to sign that I was fine, but my hands wouldn't cooperate. The pile of laundry slipped from my grasp as my knees buckled. I felt myself falling, heard Jenny's alarmed shout, but couldn't do anything to stop my descent.
I hit the floor hard, my body a useless weight I could no longer control. Through blurring vision, I saw Jenny's panicked face hovering over me, her aura pulsi
