ARIA’s POV

 As I sat beside my husband, watching him toss and turn in his sleep, I took his hand in mine. It was clammy and shaking. I could see the perspiration on his forehead and the way his teeth chattered. I pushed back the wet strands of hair that were sticking to his face, trying to calm him. But it was no use. His body trembled, and he let out a small moan. 

  “Mom…”. My husband's voice was weak and raspy, but I could just make out what he was saying. 

  "Mom," he whispered, "Mom." His hand gripped mine even harder, and I felt a surge of emotion. Suddenly,...