Molly
We follow Catherine out immediately, tension snapping tight in my chest as we rush down the hallway and straight into Lily’s room.
She’s lying on the bed, too still and quiet.
My heart drops.
Charles is beside her in seconds, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her gently into his arms. “Lily… baby, what’s wrong?”
“Her fever came up again,” Catherine says quickly from behind us.
Charles’s jaw tightens. “And the medicine?”
“She didn’t want to drink it,” Catherine replies.
Lily stirs slightly, her lashes fluttering before her eyes slowly open. They’re heavy, tired…but the moment she sees Charles, a small smile spreads across her face.
“Daddy…” she whispers.
Charles’s expression softens instantly. “Hey, baby… are you alright?”
She shakes her head weakly, but her arms
