Riley's POV

I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. My head pounds and my throat feels like sandpaper, every muscle in my body aches. But Lily needs breakfast, and I have a shift at the hospital in two hours.

"Mommy, you look sick," Lily said, pressing her small hand to my forehead as I tried to pour her cereal.

"I'm fine, sweetheart," I replied, though my voice came out as a croak. "Just a little tired."

"You're hot like when I had a fever," she observed, her brow furrowed with ...