June let out a tiny, dry cough against my collarbone.

Her tiny fingers clutched my shirt, holding on weakly while her flushed skin gave off a heat I could feel right through my thick cotton top.

Her whimpering had faded into a weak, exhausted pant, her small ribs rising and falling in quick, shallow hitches that made my skin go cold with worry.

Ethan looked down at June’s face, taking in the dark red flush on her cheeks and the limp way her head rested on my shoulder.

He took a step back from his mother.