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Chapter 6

“Anna, please try to compose yourself,” was Navian’s attempt to soothe me, his voice peaceful amidst my emotional tumult.

I gazed at my son; he was fast asleep at last, his little body rising and falling with each breath he took. Relief mingled with residual fear, making my knees weak.

"What was the last thing he ate?" Navian asked the maids who had been with him at the time.

"Oh, he ate peanuts," one responded, her face pale with worry.

"Peanuts it is then," Navian responded, nodding as he looked down at Owen.

"What do you mean 'peanuts it is then'? Was he choking on it?" I asked, my voice rising in panic again.

"Oh no, he seems to be allergic to peanuts. Do you know if anyone in your family has experienced that before?" Navian said, looking at me with concern.

"Uhm, when I was little, my father never tasted them. He usually said he was allergic to nuts," I responded sincerely, a realization dawning on me.

"The young man was reacting to the peanuts," Navian confirmed, his expressio
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