maldives

That May morning, Emma was getting ready to cook a special breakfast. Only three days remained until their trip, and she wanted to set the vacation mood. The night had been rough—her headache wouldn’t go away—but she blamed it on exhaustion. Potato salad for Jake, pancakes for Lily, eggs and bacon for Nick—everyone’s favorite.

Emma was carefully chopping vegetables when she suddenly felt the knife slip from her now-numb fingers. A strange sensation spread through her right arm, then down her leg. She tried to steady herself against the kitchen counter, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

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