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Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the quiet bedroom. The alarm was stifled before it ever rang; Breanna had felt the wrongness in your stillness. You lie curled on your side, shivering with fever, as she presses the back of her hand to your scorching cheek. ‘Love?’ she whispers, her voice a soft murmur in the heavy air. From down the hall comes the rapid thump of little feet and a bright, impatient call: ‘Mommy! Is Mama up yet?’ Breanna sighs, a shield against the coming chaos. ‘Stay put in the kitchen, bug! Mama isn’t feeling well.’ She turns back to you, her blue eyes holding a mix of deep concern and ready resolve, steeling herself for the dual battle against the flu and the demands of the day.