Davin entered the dining room and walked over to his seat. The kitchen had prepared a feast for them that night. Eagerly, he picked up his fork and sampled a piece of beef. All it took was one bite, and he spat that out immediately as well.

It was horrendously bitter.

Davin sampled the fruit on the platter next to him, only to be met by that same bitterness in his mouth.

Refusing to give up, he grabbed the beverage Juan was about to have and took a swig from the bottle. Still, the bitterness assaulted his senses relentlessly. After a while, he groaned dejectedly. “Christ, is my life not bitter enough already? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

He looked at Sheila and Nicole briefly before speaking. “Did the doctor say when my sense of taste will return?”

“No, but he did mention something else. You didn’t just lose your sense of taste, but he also warned us that you might experience some hallucinations.”

“What do you mean by, ‘hallucinations’?”

Davin was astonished at the revelation, staring at the two women dumbfoundedly. Suddenly, he saw Maya creep over to the potted plant, spoon in hand, only to begin shoving dirt into her mouth in large gulps.

“Maya, you can’t eat soil!”

Maya only grinned at him and continued anyway.

“Nicole, aren’t you going to say something? Your child is eating dirt, for god’s sake!”

Nicole clenched her fists and pretended not to notice. She had a charade to continue.

eating her food.

right there, by the

her again,

felt panic course through his veins. Was that

mouth clean and promptly returned to her spot

surprise. “Maya,

and pulled a face.

after

Nina sneaking over to a pillow on the sofa. She opened it and took out the

stop! You

replied, “What’s

shelled another shrimp and put it on Nina’s plate. “Here,

if Nina was actually

Davin was completely flabbergasted.

Am I truly hallucinating?

refused to believe it, and made

he got there. Davin grabbed the pillow and opened it again to find nothing but cotton inside. Unbeknownst to him,

his hands fell to the

I’m no longer right in the head!” yelled

him back to the guest room and asked him to have a proper rest. Davin could no longer think about eating

lay there on the bed, wide-eyed. Davin’s face was a mask of

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