Chapter 17: Waiting

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​⁠"How is Sylvia?" Katherine's voice was husky with anxiety.

Nyoda looked grave over the tray she was carrying down to the kitchen. "No better yet; a little worse this morning, if anything. Her fever has gone up one degree during the night and she is coughing more than ever."

"Is it going to be pneumonia?" asked Katherine steadily, her eyes searching Nyoda's face.

"Not if I can help it," replied Nyoda,