Chapter 1 - Just StressFor three weeks, I'd had headaches that came and went like weather — dull in the mornings, sharp and blinding by afternoon, gone by the time I woke up the next day like nothing had happened.

My father, Walter Higgins, had an explanation for everything.

"You're not sleeping enough."

"You're staring at screens too long."

"It's stress. College does this to everyone their first year."

I believed him, mostly because I wanted to. I was nineteen, home for winter break, trying to convince myself that the tight, electric pain behind my right eye was nothing more than exhaustion. I took ibuprofen. I drank water. I went to bed early. None of it helped.

Then, on a Tuesday night, I was standing at the kitchen counter making toast when the room folded in on itself. I don't remember falling. I remember the tile against my cheek, cold and hard, and my mother's voice somewhere very far away, saying my name like a question.

"Delphine? Delphine, can you hear me?"

I came back to myself in the passenger seat of my father's truck, my mother in the back seat with her hand gripping my shoulder too tightly, and my father driving with his jaw set in that particular way that meant he'd already decided how this was going to go.

"You probably just fainted," he said, eyes on the road. "Low blood sugar. You skipped lunch, didn't you?"

"Dad, I didn't skip lunch."

"We'll get you a sandwich after. This is going to cost us four hundred dollars for them to tell us you're dehydrated."

I didn't argue. I never argued with my father. It was easier to let him talk until he ran out of things to say, and usually by the time we got wherever we were going, he'd have already moved on to the next thing.

At the emergency room, he gave the intake nurse a short, irritated version of events. "She fainted. Probably didn't eat enough today. We don't need anything major, just want to make sure she's okay to go home."

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The nurse looked at me — really looked, the way people do when they're checking for something specific — and said we'd be seen shortly.

We waited two hours. My father checked his watch eleven times. I counted.