My shoulders eased in relief.
“Well, that’s step one,” David said. “The real test will come when she wakes.”
“Help me get her into the guest room,” Shelly said.
I stepped forward and scooped up the unconscious woman. She was burning up, her body temperature much higher than a human should be. A layer of sweat clung to her face.
“We need to cool her down,” I said.
Shelly felt Madison’s forehead then she walked toward the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. I took it from her and pressed it on the woman’s forehead as I carried her up the stairs.
She was alive for now, but we needed her to survive the fever and wake. Then we could find out if her memory was restored or if we’d fully stolen it from her.
We needed this to work. It had to. We didn’t have another plan.