Lucas's feet moved before his mind did, the ache in his chest growing heavier with each step.
"What happened?" His voice came out rough. Too rough.
Elena looked up slowly. Their eyes met — his filled with fire and questions, hers with exhaustion and pain.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
Then Elena stood up, slowly, her fingers still wrapped gently around Mila's little hand.
"She had a high fever. She'd been over-medicated with expired cough syrup. When I found her, she could barely breathe."
The words hit him like a blow.
He turned to his daughter, his expression twisting into something between panic and guilt.
"Over-medicated? How did—"
