Claire rushed to Felix's house, barely pausing to close the door behind her before sprinting up the stairs to Leo's room.
Inside, Leo lay sprawled on his bed, his small frame looking even more fragile against the pale sheets. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat beading on his forehead.
Claire hurried to his side, pressing her hand gently against his forehead.
"Leo, Mommy's here," she murmured softly.
His eyelids fluttered open, his fevered gaze meeting hers. Relief and longing flashed in his eyes as he weakly whispered, "Mommy... I don't feel good."
Claire wasted no time, grabbing a thermometer and taking his temperature.
When the numbers flashed on the screen—103.1°F—her heart clenched.
She immediately began cooling him down, soaking a washcloth in cold water and dabbing it o
