"I can't afford to go into hiding. Not with my condition," Tracey stated, sagging against the door and sliding to the floor in a heap of desolation. "I'd need to constantly restock supplies to make my potions, or I'll die. I don't have the money for that. I may as well just let them come for me, it's only a matter of time anyway."

Theo frowned, wondering where the fire he knew Tracey had, had gone. He knew that she'd lost her parents, but he didn't understand how she could just give up like this.

TBC...