The sky was still gray when we left the hotel for the airport. Giulia slept in my arms, her little face resting on my shoulder, her body warmer than usual. She had woken up complaining of a headache, and I felt that pang in my stomach that only a parent understands.
Isabella, beside me, held Giulia's backpack and my carry-on bag, attentive to every little sign from the girl.
"It might just be something she ate yesterday," she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "She didn't have a fever last night, did she?"
I shook my head. "No. She slept like an angel. But now…" I sighed. Giulia's forehead felt like it was burning. "As soon as we land, we're going straight to the hospital."
Isa nodded and squeezed my arm affectionately. Her touch was like an anchor in the midst of my
