"Mama?" Laila whispers in my ear, and I open my eyes. "Wake up," she says, leaning back, smiling down at me.
I blink, trying to focus. "Hi, baby," I whisper. "Where's your father?" I lean up as rays of sunlight pour through the windows and glance down. I'm still wearing the gown I had on last night.
"Oh, he's in the hallway talking to the doctor." She says, playing with the gold sequins on my dress. "Daddy wanted me to stay with you."
"Doctor? Who's sick?" I ask, tossing the blankets off my legs. "Where's your brother?"
"He's with Jonah," she says, "getting ready for lunch."
"Lunch?" I blurt out. "How long have I been asleep?" I say, stumbling on my feet. "Whoa."
"Mama!" Laila cries, grabbing my waist to steady me.
"Kate!" Dominic calls out, the sound of a slamming door and heavy footsteps fast approach. I see the edge of his black cloak before he rounds the corner toward our bed, eyes going wide when he sees that I'm holding Laila for support.