---- [He brought up having kids again. I pouted and said I didn't want to give birth, just wanted to play with a baby. Then he actually brought one to me! But that's when I realized, it's not just babies I like -I want a baby that's ours.] I bit my lip so hard it split. With blurry eyes, I tapped open the photo from Peggy's last post. My chest caved in. Nadine-my sweet, carefully watched-over Nadine-had been snatched by Gerard and handed to Peggy behind my back. In the pic, Peggy was holding a flower to her nose. Nadine's skin? Covered in red splotches. Heart racing, I pulled Nadine close. Guilt and panic clawed at me. Sleep was out of the question. That damn bouquet from Gerard? It triggered the same rash-red dots flaring up everywhere. It hit fast. She was already wheezing. ---- Her face was puffing up. I gave her her meds, but they weren't working. I bolted out, half-blind with fear, searching for Raphael. "Mrs. Busch, Mr. Busch has ordered that you are not to leave the house at night."