One by One

by Freida McFadden

I can tell you my secret right now: At the end of this week, only one of us will make it home alive.

Belladonna berries look very much like blueberries. They’re shiny black, about half an inch in size, and they’re sweet. The berries are highly toxic. They cause delirium and hallucinations, and they disrupt the body’s ability to regulate its sweating, heart rate, and breathing. Eventually, seizures and cardiovascular failure will occur. Early humans made poisonous arrows using belladonna. In an adult, fifteen to twenty berries are enough to kill you. A child could die from two or three.

Thanks to my mom, I know everything there is to know about poison berries.

Noah has his phone in his hand. My eyes light up when I notice he has a single bar. But then he shakes his head. “No service,” he says.

“That’s why mosquitoes bite you so often,” Warner says. “Mosquitoes love type O blood.”

Noah throws his arm around my shoulders. He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, “I promise I will get you home.” I wish I could believe him.