GENESIS

The day Kieran fell ill was the worst week of my life. I was sure I was losing my mind. The first day I thought it was just a cold.

“Baby please eat something,” I said, bringing the spoonful of soup to his lips.

He was propped up against the headboard, skin pale and clammy, eyes half-lidded like even keeping them open took effort. He managed a weak smile, the kind that usually made my knees weak, but today it just broke my heart.

“I’m fine, princess,” he rasped, voice rough and low. “You can go to work. I’ll sleep it off.”

I stared at him.

Go to work?...