Ava's POVThe clock on the wall ticked like a hammer against my skull.Two-oh-three in the morning. The living room of our home sat in near darkness, the only light coming from the soft yellow glow of the lamp on the side table and the pale blue screen of the digital thermometer in my shaking hand. Lily,My sweet girl burned against my chest. Her little body felt like it was on fire, her skin damp and fever-slick under the thin cotton pajamas I had changed her into twice already. Her breath came in short, ragged pulls that scraped against my ears every time her tiny chest rose and fell.I pressed the damp cloth to her forehead again, my fingers trembling so hard the water dripped down her temple and into her dark hair. The thermometer beeped. I forced myself to look.103.8°F.It had climbed. Again.“Mommy…” Her voice was barely a whisper, cracked and thin. Her eyes fluttered open for a second, glassy and unfocused, before sliding shut again. “My head… it hurts so much…”“I know, bab
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