Aveline had just finished throwing up her entire breakfast the next morning, when she turned and saw Meredith hovering behind her with troubled eyes.
"Yeah, I think it's official. I'm allergic to every type of fish," she said, as she rinsed off her mouth.
"But how come? You ate fish just fine years ago."
"And even three months ago. Maybe the fish here is just different." She shrugged.
"How different could it be to make you so nauseous?"
Aveline opened her mouth to reply, when her phone began to ring.
Her brow furrowed. There was only one person that called her because he was the only one who had her number.
He hadn't called her in a month.
She dashed into the room from her bathroom, and grabbed her phone on the bed.
"Officer Ben?"
"Hello Aveline. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. I'm very fine. Do you have any news?"
He took a deep breath loud enough for her to hear.
Aveline's gaze swept towards Meredith.
"What?" She mouthed.
Aveline shrugged.
