Moving as quickly as she could, she rushed in the direction of the scream. When she got outside the cabin, she saw Cora bolt out, her face white and her eyes huge.
“What’s wrong?” asked Beatrice tersely.
Starr apparently heard the scream too and came rapidly out of the dining hall. “What’s going on?” she demanded.
Cora’s mouth trembled. “It’s Olive. She’s dead.”
Starr and Beatrice hurried into the cabin as Cora sank down on the porch of the small building as if not trusting her legs to hold her up.
“Let’s not touch anything but Olive,” said Beatrice quietly. “Just in case.”
Olive was in the bed, eyes open and staring sightlessly into space. A pillow lay partially on her chest.
“Oh no,” grated Starr.
Beatrice felt for a pulse, but knew it was futile. Olive was clearly gone.
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