Chapter 52: Moby

She's starting to freak me out. No, I don't feel normal, something's definitely off kilter, but I don't think it's cause for alarm. I can tell she's nervous, biting the side of her lip, but whatever's going on in that pretty little head of hers, she's not sharing. Piper's quiet for most of the ride, so I don't push. I understand my wife's fear. I get it.

"Moby, when did you start feeling bad?"

"I've had a headache for a couple days."

"Is that it? Just the headache?"

"I don't know. I guess. Last night I felt weird. There were a couple times I got really dizzy like I'd stood up too fast, but it passed as quickly as it came, so I didn't think much about it."

"Anything else?"

I hesitate-this is like the Spanish Inquisition. I know I'm about to piss her off, but she was sick. "Last night after you went to bed my hand started to tingle, kind of like it was asleep. I couldn't get it to stop."

She glares at me, giving me serious stink eye, before turning back to the road. "Why