Page 207 of When the Dark Wins

“I understand.” The woman extends her hand giving me a cup. “Well Melissa, I’m Lily.”

I notice that Lily is pregnant, at least eight months along, judging by the size.

Looking into the cup, I see that it’s only water. I take a sip, and not long after I begin to feel queasy, sleepy and like I’m underwater. Laughing draws my attention to Lily. I drop the cup to stand, but my legs feel weak.