#Chapter 81: She Could Be Dying

Nyktos and I run to the baby’s room. Lyra’s cries are loud through the monitor, but they are even louder in person. I rush to her crib side and peer down.

She threw up on herself. There’s light green goopy vomit down the front of her onesie. Some has spilled over, down onto the crib sheet.

“She got sick,” I say. I rush behind me, toward the changing table and grab a towel.

Nyktos stays a few feet