The call came at 2 PM, just as I was checking out of the hotel.
Mrs. Rodriguez's contact photo filled my screen, but when I answered, her voice was strained with panic.
"Elena, mija, you need to come home. Now."
My blood turned to ice. "What's wrong? Where's Noah?"
"Hospital. He started with fever this morning, but then he couldn't breathe right. The doctors, they say..." Her voice broke. "They say his lungs, they have infection. Very bad infection."
The world tilted sideways. "What kind of infection?"
"Pneumonia. They want to keep him, maybe for long time. Elena, he's asking for you. He's scared."
I was already running toward the lobby, my suitcase forgotten. "Which hospital?"
"Saint Mary's. The children's part. Elena, there's more."
"What?"
"They want to do tests. Expensive tes
