Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 66

Chapter 61: Hives Outbreak

Logan’s POV

I noticed the hives first at breakfast.

Nick had come down already dressed for school, dragging his backpack by one strap the way Mrs. Peterson always told him not to, and I was halfway through my second coffee and a stack of emails I’d been ignoring since yesterday, but had no choice but to start going through there, even though it was literally the last thing that i wanted to do.

I looked up when he climbed onto the kitchen stool, and something made me look closer-something in the way he kept shifting, his shoulders twitching, his fingers scratching absently at his forearm.

“What’s on your arm, buddy?”

He looked down at it like he’d forgotten it was attached to him before he shrugged his shoulders as he replied. “Itchy.”

I came around the island and pushed up the sleeve of his school shirt. Across his inner forearm, a cluster of raised welts had formed overnight-red and angry, some of them already scratched raw where he’d been at them in his sleep. I turned his arm over, checking the other side. More there, smaller but multiplying, spreading across his body, turning his skin red.

“Does it hurt?”

“Itches,” he said again, with the emphatic precision of a six-year-old who felt the distinction was important. “Really bad. I woke up and it was itchy and I couldn’t sleep.”

I pulled his collar down slightly and found more of them tracking up his neck, disappearing into his hairline. Whatever this was, it hadn’t started on his arm. It had started somewhere and spread.

“Mrs. Peterson,” I called. She appeared from the hallway, already dressed and ready to help.

“Nick’s got hives. What does-” I stopped, because I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. What does Sedona usually do. I couldn’t say that out loud, not with Nick sitting right there, looking at me.

“What’s the usual protocol?”

Mrs. Peterson crossed to Nick and examined his arm, her expression professional but her eyes showing

concern.

“Mrs. Hayes kept a specific cream. A homemade preparation she made herself. She kept it in the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom, she also always kept one in Nick’s bathroom just in case.”

“I know where it is.” Nick jumped off the stool, already moving toward the stairs. “Mom always puts it on when I get the bumpy ones. It smells like-” He stopped as soemthing crossed his face, like pain and nostalgia before masking it as neutral.

“It smells nice,” he finished, quieter. “Can I get it?”

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Hives Outbest

“Go ahead.”

He went upstairs. Mrs. Peterson and I stood in the kitchen not quite looking at each other.

“Will the cream help?” I asked.

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“It always has before. Mrs. Hayes made it specifically for his skin. She researched-” Mrs. Peterson paused, seemed to be choosing her words carefully. “She spent a significant amount of time developing the formula. She tried different combinations herself and found one that worked without irritating his skin further. She kept the ingredients in the pantry. The lavender oil, the specific beeswax she ordered-”

I heard Nick’s footsteps on the stairs, and then on the landing, and then descending again. I heard the pause before he reached the bottom.

He came back into the kitchen holding nothing.

“It’s not there,” he said. His voice was neutral like he was still processing not seeing it, on its usual position.

“The cabinet’s empty. The shelf where she kept it.” He looked at me. “Where did it go?”

I thought about the bathroom cabinet I’d been avoiding opening since Sedona left. Thought about the nightstand drawer I’d found empty, the dresser I’d checked.

She hadn’t taken the expensive things that i had bought her because she did not have any need for it, but she’d taken what mattered to her. The things she’d made herself, the things that were hers in a way that the jewelry and designer clothes I’d bought her were not..

She’d taken the cream. Of course she had.

“I’ll find something at the drugstore,” I said. “Mrs. Peterson, can you-”

“I’ll go immediately.” She was already reaching for her coat. “There are standard antihistamine creams, several brands. They’re not the same as what Mrs. Hayes used, but they should-”

“I don’t like the drugstore ones,” Nick said. He’d resumed scratching his arm, though he was trying not to. “They make my skin burn. Mom said my skin is sensitive and can’t use-”

“We’ll find something that works,” I said, more confidently than I felt. “Get your bag. You’re going to be late for school.”

He gave me a look that communicated that he thought being late for school was significantly less concerning than the fact that his arm felt like it was on fire. But he picked up his bag and followed Mrs. Peterson toward the door, while i tried to remeber what sedona had said about what types of things she had checked to avoid triggering his skin rashes.

I couldn’t remember. I hadn’t been paying close enough attention when she’d explained it.

The first cream Mrs. Peterson brought back from the drugstore lasted approximately four minutes on Nick’s skin before he started crying that it burned.

I read the ingredients twice as if reading them again would change something. Hydrocortisone, some

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preservatives I didn’t recognize, a fragrance component at the bottom of the list. Nick’s skin had always Fested to synthetic fragrances. Sedona had mentioned it multiple times, had quietly removed all the Fabric softener from the laundry, had switched to fragrance-free soaps that I’d never noticed had changed.

I hadn’t noticed.

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