Allison's POV
When Lily woke up, her fever still hadn't broken.
"Mommy..." her tiny voice called out.
I immediately leaned forward, pressing my palm against her forehead to check her temperature. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you uncomfortable?"
"Thirsty," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I reached for the lukewarm water I'd prepared earlier, gently supporting her back with my palm as I guided the straw to her parched lips.
Lily gulped down several mouthfuls, her small throat working desperately.
"Mommy, I'm so hot," she whimpered, her face flushed.
I quickly pulled back her covers, leaving only a corner of the blanket draped across her tiny belly. The sight of her suffering made my chest tighten painfully.
"Mommy,why did I get sick anyway?"
I had no answer. Waves of ang
