When she entered the house, the first thing she saw was Eli, slumped over the dining table, his head resting on his folded arms.
A faint smile touched her lips. She thought he was sleeping, and for a moment, she wanted to tease him awake, maybe with a little scare, just to see him flinch and smile back at her.
But as she stepped closer, her smile faded. His hair was damp, his shirt clung to his skin, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.
"Eli?" she called softly. No answer.