Shannon gripped the loose end of her ponytail and stared at Dr. Bennett in numb silence. “Do you mean,” Shannon said, “that if you can’t stop the calorie burn, I’ll waste away? I’ll die?”
Dr. Bennett looked Shannon in the eyes. Her gaze didn’t waver.
“That’s right. You would die. But,” she said, rising, and patting Shannon’s arm, “It won’t come to that. We’ll sort this out. I’ll check on you later. Nice perfume, by the way. Never smelled anything like it.” With that Dr. Bennett sailed out the door.
This perfume business bewildered her. Shannon wore no perfume. She never had. Perfumes gave her headaches. Yet Officer Quintana had smelled it too.
Still, Shannon found Dr. Bennett’s other comments much more pressing.
Dying? How could she wrap her mind around that? She stared at the crack in the ceiling. Do not fall to pieces.
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