By morning, she wouldn’t wake. At first, Mike told himself she was just sleeping deeply. Babies did that. But when her eyelids didn’t flutter at his touch and her body stayed limp against his chest, fear hit him so fast it stole his breath.
Carrie didn’t wait for him to speak. She was already dialing, her voice cracking as she described the fever, the lethargy, the way their daughter hadn’t responded at all. Bring her in now, the nurse said. The emergency room was a blur of motion and clipped voices. Maxine was taken from Mike’s arms almost immediately. A nurse called out her temperature.