"Mama?" Laila whispers in my ear, and I open my eyes. "Wake up," she says, leaning back, smiling down at me.

I blink, trying to focus. "Hi, baby," I whisper. "Where's your father?" I lean up as rays of sunlight pour through the windows and glance down. I'm still wearing the gown I had on last night.

"Oh, he's in the hallway talking to the doctor." She says, playing with the gold sequins on my dress. "Daddy wanted me to stay with you."

"Doctor? Who's sick?" I ...