I’m at the nursery door in seconds. “What’s wrong?” I find Rowan bent over Sofiya’s crib, her face tight with worry.
“She’s burning up.” Rowan doesn’t look at me, her focus entirely on our daughter. “I think it’s a fever.”
I cross to them and press my palm to Sofiya’s forehead. Heat pours from her skin like she’s been lit from within. Her cheeks are flushed scarlet, eyes glassy. When I pull my hand away, it trembles.
“Get her things,” I order, already lifting Sofiya from the crib. Her tiny body is a burning coal against my chest. “We’re going to the hospital. Now.”
“Vince, babies get fevers all the—”
She must see something in my face that silences her. She hurries to gather Sofiya’s essentials while I carry our daughter downstairs, barking orders into my phone.
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