Chapter 94 Plans

Mary walked towards the chair, her movements stiff and hesitant. She sank down, her gaze fixed on Christopher. "Alright," he began, his voice low and serious. "Remember how I told you Jane had been… unwell recently?" Mary nodded, recalling their conversation at the café. "Yes, you mentioned fatigue and headaches." "It's worse than I initially thought," Christopher confessed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The doctor believes it might be…" he trailed off, his face etched with worry. Mary's brow furrowed. "Might be what?" "Consumption," he finally blurted out, his voice barely a rasp. The word hung heavy in the air, a death knell echoing in the quiet room. Consumption, the white plague, a disease that ravaged countless lives, leaving a trail of despair in its wake. Mary's heart lurched, a cold dread slithering down her spine. "Jane? Consumption?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "But… how?" Christopher shook his head, his frustration evident. "No one k