Late that night, the storm winds abated and the coastal villa settled into an uneasy silence. In the upstairs nursery, Lila Su sat beside Leo's crib, cradling her son's fevered brow against her shoulder. His small frame trembled beneath the soft blanket, and every so often he murmured in his sleep, calling for “Mama" in sleepy whispers.
“Shh," Lila soothed, brushing damp strands from his forehead. She dipped her fingers into the ice‑water basin she'd placed on the nightstand, gently dabbing his temples. The digital thermometer glowed **102.4°F**—a fever identical to what Theo had suffered weeks before.
She glanced toward the cracked window, where flashes of lightning still danced across the dark clouds. But the real storm in her heart raged on: **Why did his symptoms mirror Theo's so pre
