Chapter 67

Even after Alexandra left the Fairchild residence and returned to the hospital, Xyla still had not stirred. Xyla was hooked to the IV as she lay in bed, her red cheeks a stark contrast against the cool blue of the sheets. She had slapped herself so hard that she left handprints on her skin. Even her cheeks were so swollen that her eyes looked more like slits. One might think the Hortons had abused her if one didn't know better. Alexandra was fuming, but now was not the time to give Jacob an ultimatum. Still, she couldn't keep the anger out of her voice as she said, "I know Xyla didn't mean for any of this to happen, Jacob. "But what was she thinking? She dumped some unknown substance she picked up from the streets into the salt canister. She didn't bother telling anyone about it either! "And she could have behaved better instead of overreacting. She got on her knees and slapped herself into a seizure, Jacob! Anyone would have been horrified." While speaking, Alexandra glanced a