hand flew to his chest. His face drained of color, then turned gray. He stumbled forward against the desk.

Then he collapsed onto the carpet.

“Someone call an ambulance!” I screamed, dropping beside him. “Arthur, stay with me. Please stay with me.”

His lips moved faintly.

“The Bible,” he whispered. “Eleanor’s Bible… read it…”

“What?”

Vivien stood frozen continue reading …