“Chloe, sweetheart.” She let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here. Was worried you’d got fed up with us after climbing the damn mountain last weekend.” “Hardly,” I said, and leaned in close. “How are you feeling?” Her eyes were sparkling much less brightly than the week before. “Shit,” she told me. “I’ve been either retching, wheezing, or sleeping all week.” Seeing how weak she looked in bed that night, I fully believed her.
