Larissa's POV 

It has been two days since Declan's fever. Contrary to the toddler that had been whimpering and crying that night, the one who happily followed me to kindergarten was far from ill. He was skipping all the way, I couldn't contain my own happiness seeing him as active as ever.

I drew the broom in my hands across the marbled floors in the living area that afternoon, smiling to myself. Although I couldn't see it, the sun must have been shining overhead. The skies from the open ...