How in the world had he fallen asleep?
Racking his brain hardly helped…
The last thing he remembered was listening to her voice… that angelic voice of hers that reminded him so much of the times his mother used to read to him.
But after that, nothing. Everything else was a blur.
He had always had trouble sleeping for as long as he could remember, and it worsened after everything that happened - so what had she done to him?
The last time he slept - though torturous - was when he had been plagued with a fever.
Just then, he heard footsteps ascending the stairs.
There was only one person it could be…
He pressed his head against the door and waited for her to reach the landing.
"Did you drug the biscuits you gave me?" The question sounded absurd, but there was no other logical explanation he could come up with.
If at all she did put something inside the biscuits, what had she been aiming to do?
