Amilie’s eyes opened on the beach. Guillaume lay beside her. “What happened?” Mathieu answered her.
“Nothing. A brief lapse of sickness.”
“But I wasn’t sick!” She exclaimed.
“No, Guillaume was. It spread to you, causing an escalating fever.”
“And Guillaume?” Her voice cracked.
“In worse condition than ever.”
“Isn’t there anything to be done?”
“Find the tree. It is our only hope.”