ALICE’S POVThe house felt too quiet that morning, and that was strange because Lucian was never quiet. I went into his room and found him curled up under his blanket with red cheeks and damp hair at his temples. His favorite soccer shirt was still sitting on the chair, untouched. I sat down on the edge of his bed, and he opened his eyes and looked up at me.“Mom?” His voice sounded rough and small. “My head hurts. And I’m cold.”I brushed his hair away from his forehead and felt how hot his skin was, and right away my stomach dropped because I knew something was wrong. Even though his face was burning, he pulled the blanket up to his chin like he was freezing.I took the thermometer out of the drawer by the bed, shook it, and put it under his tongue. He let me do it without asking any questions, and that scared me more than if he had complained. While we waited for the result, I rubbed his back and counted his breaths.The thermometer beeped, and the number was high enough to worry m
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