For now, all they could do was wait for the lab results. Nurses brought in a basin of cold water and began gently wiping down the children's foreheads and bodies in an effort to reduce their dangerously high fevers.
Seeing her children like this—so small, so helpless—and no one able to tell what was wrong, Addison felt her heart tighten with unbearable pressure. Her mother stepped closer and wrapped her in a comforting hug, letting Addison lean on her shoulder. Addison's eyes burned red with unshed tears, but she refused to cry.
If she broke down, who would her sons lean on? Who would be their strength?
She had to stay strong for them and for herself.
Wiping her eyes, Addison approached the table where the list of ingredients from the kitchen had been laid out. She carefully scanned the items, trying to jog her memory, replaying every moment of dinner in her mind. Had the twins eaten something unusual? Was there anything missing from the list?
