Mike nodded. As he stepped into the hallway to make the call, one thought settled heavily in his chest: If it wasn’t the tea— then it was something closer. Eleanor answered on the third ring. “Is she awake?” she asked immediately, voice tight with concern. “I was just about to head over—”
“You need to come to the hospital,” Mike said. He didn’t raise his voice. That scared him more than if he had. “Now. And you need to bring samples from your garden. Everything you’ve been using.” There was a pause. Not confusion. Calculation.