AUTHORS POV

The silence in the Lorenzo mansion was strange that morning. No footsteps echoed through the halls. No toys were strewn across the floors. No giggles bounced off the marble walls. Just an eerie stillness that made Pedro uneasy.

It was the new nanny who found Dean still in bed, his tiny body curled under his blanket like a shivering puppy.

The removed tooth had given him fever.

“Dean?” she called softly, brushing her fingers across his forehead. Her face twisted immediately with worry. He was burning up.

She didn’t waste time. She called Pedro.

“Sir, something’s wrong. Dean has a fever. He’s sweating and cold at the same...