I pulled away instantly, my heart lurching into my throat as another cry echoed from upstairs."Mommy! It hurts!!"I was already running before the words fully registered. Edward was right behind me.We burst into Oliver’s room.He was curled up in bed, clutching his stomach, his face contorted in pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks."Mommy!" he sobbed.I rushed to his side, gathering him into my arms."Hey, hey, I’m here, baby. I’m here.""It hurts!" he cried. "It really hurts!"Panic surged through me."Where?" I asked urgently. "Where does it hurt?""My tummy!" he whimpered, curling tighter.His skin was burning. Not just warm—burning.I pressed my hand to his forehead again, panic rising like a tide in my chest."He’s getting hotter," I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to keep it steady.Edward was already moving—grabbing a blanket, his phone, his keys—all in one fluid, efficient motion."We need to go. Now.""I know," I said quickly, pulling Oliver closer as he whimper
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