I’ve been trying to call,” Trevor demanded when she walked in. “What happened to you?” he paused when he got a good look at her face. “Nothing,” April sniffed. “My phone was turned off, what’s wrong?” “Ben has a fever.” She drew a quick, anxious breath and hurried to Ben’s room. He was on his bed, his eyes glassy and listless. Emily sat in the rocking chair, her feet drawn up and her chin on her knees. April brushed her fingers along Ben’s forehead, startled at how warm he felt. “Did you take his temp?” she asked Trevor. He nodded. “It was one hundred.” “He seemed fine when I left,” April said. “When did it start?” “I heard him moaning about an hour ago,” Emily said. “Should we call the doctor?” With Ben’s fragile health, even a fever could be serious. April glanced at the clock. After she left Wade, she had driven around aimlessly, crying – the thick, ugly kind of crying. Now it was almost midnight. “We won’t call him yet,” she decided.
