Jessamyn's heart ached with helplessness. Behind her, she could still hear Mrs. Eisenberg's mournful wails, the sound of a mother grieving for her lost child. In front of her, Isadora seemed to be slipping away, her mind fracturing under the weight of her sorrow.
Then the horse stopped, and Jerrick leaped from its back, rushing to Bernard's side. Only then did Jessamyn notice the onlookers staring at them. The commotion had attracted them.
Jessamyn's breath caught as she watched Jerrick kneel beside the dying man, his hands moving with practiced precision as he checked Bernard's pulse.
"Bernard was poisoned. Help him!" Jessamyn's voice cracked with desperation as she pleaded with her husband.
Jerrick's brow furrowed as he examined Bernard, his face grim. Isadora watched him, her eyes blank, her hands slowly losing their grip on Bernard as she sensed the inevitable.
