I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That night, I had a splitting headache. Half out of it, I accidentally called Reed.

He came right away, brought me water, fed me medicine.

“Don’t blame Jasper. It’s just the novelty. In a few days, he’ll be calling for you again. This way, you can rest. You’ve lost weight.”

Once I felt better, he went back to the hospital.

But over the next few days, I became unbearably drowsy. When I woke up, my mouth tasted bitter and my stomach cramped.

I went to the hospital alone.

The doctor looked at me, confused.

“Did you switch medications? Your old prescription was working fine. Don’t mess with what works.”

I shook my head. I kept my meds with me. Same bottle, same packaging.

But when the doctor picked it up and ran a quick test, his face changed.

“This is similar to a sleeping pill. You’re intolerant to these, remember? I prescribed them once when you couldn’t sleep, and you had this exact

reaction.”

“Now that your sleep’s fine, who’s been giving you these?”

My whole body went cold.

I flashed back to Reed messing with my pills. I could barely believe it.

Reed had been annoyed that I called him last night. To make sure it didn’t happen again, he’d been slipping me sleeping pills.

Just a while ago, he’d warned me himself.

“Medication has side effects. Don’t mix them up.”

Now, the best way to keep me from bothering him was to knock me out.

I laughed bitterly.

My heart felt like it was being carved open, piece by piece.

I went home and started packing. I wasn’t dragging this divorce out any longer.

While sorting through things, a graded essay fell out.

The teacher had written at the top:

[Sincere love, only for Mom. Excellent work!]

For a moment, I was transported back. When Jasper was in preschool, the first song he learned was I Love Mommy.

I’d held his hand on the way home while he sang, off-key and proud.

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Chapter 3

“Mommy, when I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a big house. My mommy’s the best!”

I picked up the essay-

[Mom and I are like the earth and snow-we can only meet in winter. When it gets warm, we drift apart. Every day, I wish winter would come

sooner…]

Every word dripped with love. Just not for me.

A crushing sense of defeat pressed down on my chest.

I sat there for a long time. Then I got up, wiped down my mother’s memorial tablet, and held it close.

Mom, the gift you left me isn’t good. I’m taking you with me.

I don’t want any of them anymore.

The sound of the door unlocking.

Reed came in with Jasper, fresh out of the hospital.

Jasper, still too young to hide anything, picked up right where he’d left off.

“Dad, nine months. I have to sit up straight, stand up straight, can’t eat this, can’t eat that. It’s so bad.”

Reed tapped him on the head.

“Don’t talk like that. Your mom does it because she loves you.”

Jasper pouted.

“But I’m not happy. Willow mommy doesn’t do that.”

So that’s how it is.

Hearing it again, I felt strangely calm.

Those nine months he found unbearable were the ones I cherished most in a year,

I lived in constant fear. Afraid those three months of “allergies” would stretch longer.

To them, it was a prison sentence.

Reed saw me in the bedroom and assumed I hadn’t heard. He scolded Jasper, then brought him over.

“Rowan, this kid’s just being a brat. Good thing you didn’t come to the hospital. Would’ve worn you out.”

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