Slowly, darkness enveloped her, and the last voice she heard was:
"Abby? Abby? Are you really passing out?" Sawyer was utterly speechless.
'Damn it! Is she telling the truth? She can't handle one glass of wine?'
Sawyer still couldn't believe what he was seeing; his wife's body had suddenly gone limp in his arms. He managed to catch the glass that slipped from her hand.
If he hadn't seen her chest rising and falling, he might have thought she was dead.
A sour, foolish smile formed on his face as he set her glass of wine on the table while tilting his head to look at her face.
"Abby, are you seriously fainting? Oh, my dear little wife, this is not the right time for a prank, is it?" he asked again, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her, but she still didn't respond.