Chapter 311 Truth In A Bottle

Miriam lay sprawled across the bed, pale as death, each breath so light it barely seemed to move her chest. At the foot of the bed, Fern crouched by the bedposts, cheeks wet with tears, her small body shaking with silent sobs.

Malcolm glanced at Fern, something like pity in his eyes. Then he turned to Owen, his voice nearly begging.

"Doctor Cobb, please. Miriam's always been weak. And lately, with