The fever hit hard.I was delirious, every bone aching, shivering under the blanket.The wind howled outside. In my haze, I dreamed of the past.I was on Nico's back. "Nico, what if I die?"He walked steadily, his voice soft. "Don't say that. It's just a fever. You'll be fine after a shot.""Hey, do you have enough money? Shots are expensive.""It's fine.""How can it be fine? How much do you have left?"He didn't answer. He carried me into the hospital, crouched in front of me, and said seriously, "As long as you're okay, I'm okay."I was bundled up in a thick coat. "When Mom and Dad stop fighting, I'll ask them for money to pay you back."Nico touched my hair, his eyes gentle. "Trust me. You're going to be fine."But I wasn't fine.The night Nico was sent to the East Coast on family business, I came home and opened my parents' bedroom door.My father had another woman in his arms.That was the beginning of my fall.Then came the screaming fights. Then my father was shot dead by my mo
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