In the days that followed, the old woman would visit the cemetery from time to time. She would say nothing, simply gazing at the youthful photo of Autumn Linton on the headstone and weeping silently.
Chloe Reed waited for her just outside the cemetery, her emotions having finally settled.
After seven days of taking the medicine Mr. Aldridge had prescribed, Chloe Reed once again coughed up black blood. This time, the blood carried a strong, putrid odor, as if she were expelling rotten tissue.
She coughed violently, and in the aftermath, she realized her voice no longer sounded as hoarse.
Chloe Reed’s expression was dazed, disbelieving. She took a sip of water to rinse her mouth, then raised her head, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and reached up to touch her throat.
"Ah."
She uttered a simple syllable and confirmed that her voice truly wasn’t as hoarse anymore.
She tried to speak, but it felt as if something was constricting her throat, preventing her from forming words smoothly.
But this was still immense progress!
Her vocal cords were recovering!
"Chloe, I heard that."
Walker Grant’s voice came from the doorway. "Your voice is almost better."
Chloe Reed turned her head, her expression one of pure, ecstatic joy as she looked at him. But then she saw the white gauze wrapped around his face and remembered he couldn’t see her elation.
She walked over, took his hand, and traced a message into his palm. ’Yes, I’m almost better, and you will be too.’
Mr. Aldridge’s prescription had worked. She decided to ask Preston Vance to help her contact Mr. Aldridge so he could examine Walker Grant as well.
Walker Grant squeezed her hand, his lips curving into a smile. "I can feel your joy, Chloe. Congratulations."

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