CHAPTER 95

Nora’s POV

Dylan was writhing on the floor. He had not eaten since yesterday. I don’t know which food in particular. He had eaten. I always gave him my share of the food. I just wanted him comfortable, by all means.

I banged on the door harder than the last time. “We need some medicine down here!” My voice was wearing out from all the shouting. All I could hear was radio silence as I pressed my ear to the door.

"Mum, it hurts; make it stop,” Dylan cried. Tears formed, but I refused to let them fall.

“Somebody help!” I cried out, followed by intense banging. "Jake, I will do anything. Please save my son!” I yelled out in more frustration. I looked around, and I could see Mila’s shawl by the bedside. Only if Mila was here with me. She was the one who made it easier for me to get bigger portions. But for two days now, she has been sleeping outside the room. The reason she gave me was that Jake wanted to go over his plans again, but I knew that was a lie. I just knew that the reason Jake