I never told my sister-in-law that I was a Colonel in Army Intelligence!

Sarah finally looked over, irritation on her face. “Don’t bring her in here. I don’t want—”

“Stop,” I said, and the word landed like a door slamming shut. Not shouted. Just final.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t negotiate. I moved. I carried Lily to the bathroom, ran warm water, wrapped her in towels, layered blankets, checked her breathing, and called emergency services. My voice was calm, precise—trained for moments when panic could not be afforded. I gave them the address, the symptoms, the timeline.

Paramedics arrived quickly. They saw the signs right away: fever, exposure, risk. One of them asked the question in that careful tone medical professionals use when they already know the answer but need you to say it.

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