Chapter 62
his breathing became shallow, and no amount of cold compresses could bring the fever down. elias paced the room, warning me that taking him to a hospital would instantly flag our location to both the police and the cartel. i knew the risks, but watching the child gasp for air tore my heart in two. i couldn't let him die to save myself. leaving mia under elias's watchful eye, i borrowed his worn-out pickup truck and drove toward a late-night pharmacy on the edge of town to get heavy-duty antibiotics. the rain was pouring down in sheets, making the neon lights of the drugstore blur against the windshield. i grabbed a basket, keeping my head down as i threw fever reducers and medicine into it. i walked up to the register, handing over the cash, when the sliding automatic doors hissed open.
