#Chapter 222: Glass Shards

Abby The next day passes by in a blur. I can’t bear to tell my friends about the call from the health department; not yet, at least. Not until I know for certain. My body feels heavy as I roll out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. It’s already eleven in the morning, but I’ve only just woken up. I’m sure I look like a mess, too; my hair is tangled, my eyes are surrounded by dark circles, and I’m in my disheveled pajamas. I’m just too exhausted to care. Maybe my exhaustion is exactly why, when I hear my doorbell ring, I don’t think twice. Rubbing my eyes, I shuffle over to the door and swing it open. And that’s when the microphone is shoved into my face. “Abby! Why did you intentionally poison the guests at the Alpha gathering?” My eyes widen as I take in the scene in front of me. There’s a reporter standing on my front step, shoving a microphone at me. There are two cameramen behind her, and both cameras are trained on me. I shield my face f