Chapter 179 Fever

• Upon seeing that he had nearly finished half a cigarette, I reached out and boldly snuffed it out between my fingers. "That's enough. Stop smoking. It's getting late. Let's go back."
• He hesitated for a second, his fingers instinctively curling around the empty space where the cigarette had been. Then, with a sharp whistle, he called for Kiera, who had been nosing around in the nearby bushes. The dog perked up and sprinted toward us without hesitation.
• The wind was strong that night, howling through the trees, stirring up the fallen leaves that had piled thick on the ground. By the time I got home, I was already sneezing nonstop. A bad feeling crept over me, and sure enough, when I woke up the next morning, my head felt heavy and my limbs felt sluggish. My throat was raw and my nose was stuffed up. I had caught a cold, and my allergies were flaring up on top of it.