Her sour mood temporarily forgotten, her mind turned back to Elliott. She’d been careful with her shopping that day and every day since that night. The healer had not clarified what could have caused such a reaction, and Dionisia was not familiar enough with allergies beyond the kind that made people simply quit breathing.
“Oh,” she said, almost disappointedly. Dionisia had no allergies either, and one part of the healers spiel had left her hopeful that maybe there was an answer to be found. She gave Ben a sheepish look.
“There was an incident with Elliott a little over a week ago. He was very ill, very suddenly. The healer suspected allergies and said he’d seen cases where they are—” She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice. “—hereditary.” She straightened up, averting her gaze again to her basket.
“I don’t mean to pry, of course. I just want him to be well,” she explained, knowing he knew how she felt. He had a daughter, too—one she knew very little about, but one who was likely well-loved considering how good with children Ben was.
“Oh,” she said, almost disappointedly. Dionisia had no allergies either, and one part of the healers spiel had left her hopeful that maybe there was an answer to be found. She gave Ben a sheepish look.
“There was an incident with Elliott a little over a week ago. He was very ill, very suddenly. The healer suspected allergies and said he’d seen cases where they are—” She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice. “—hereditary.” She straightened up, averting her gaze again to her basket.
“I don’t mean to pry, of course. I just want him to be well,” she explained, knowing he knew how she felt. He had a daughter, too—one she knew very little about, but one who was likely well-loved considering how good with children Ben was.
