Riley's POV

The motel room felt like a prison cell as I watched Lily's small chest rise and fall with labored breaths. The fluorescent light overhead flickered intermittently, casting shadows that made her pale skin look almost translucent.

"Mommy, my chest hurts," Lily whispered weakly.

Lily's voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through me like a blade. I pressed my palm against her forehead. It was burning hot.

"I know, baby," I said softly, trying to keep the panic from my voice. "We're ...