I gasp as I feel the heat on my sons arm. He feels so hot, and I pull my hand away. I decide to touch his forehead and his whole-body jerks. The fingertips that touched his forehead sting as if I have just been burned from how hot he is.

I quickly rise from the bed and take the stairs as fast as I can. My husband raises his head from where he sits on the couch, and I meet the eyes of the lawyer that took a ride with us here. I had no idea that he was still in the area. “Hello Mr. Edwin” I greet trying to...