He received no reply. This puzzled him since he’d just parked his truck beside her sedan in the garage.
“Rachel?”He headed toward the bedroom, suspecting she was in the shower. In the doorway, his heart skittered to his throat. Rachel lay curled in a fetal position, the dog beside her.
Rocky stared at him with gentle, worried eyes.
Charles knelt beside her. “Rachel what is it? What’s wrong?”
He felt for a pulse and found it beating weakly in her throat. Though her limbs remained tight against her torso, he was relieved to find no blood or sign of injury. Perhaps, she’d had a stroke. He pulled out his phone and called the emergency number.
Nearly sobbing, he described to the operator what had happened. She promised immediate help and cautioned him to remain on the line.
He sat beside
