CLARA

I lay in my bed, tossing and turning, unable to shake the thoughts racing through my mind. I glanced over at Roberto, who was curled up on my bed.

"You know, I really wish I could sleep," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. Roberto lifted his head, his eyes watching me intently as if he understood my struggle.

Maybe if I just close my eyes for a minute... I thought to myself, but the moment I tried to, my mind flooded with worry.

"What if mom doesn't get better? What if I can't handle this?" I sighed, feeling the weight of my fears pressing down on me....