When he needed me
Emily
Daniel came to get me not long after, quietly informing me that he was done changing Seth.
I was only three steps away from the door.
I hadn't gone to my room.
I couldn't.
My mind had been too loud, running through every possible explanation for what had happened on the terrace.
When I finally walked back inside, Seth was still lying where we'd left him.
His temperature had come down a little, and his breathing remained steady.
That should have been enough to ease my mind.
It wasn't.
I pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down.
Daniel stayed for another hour after changing him. I could tell he was growing restless, probably because of work, so when he hesitated about leaving, I urged him to go.
“I'll call you if anything changes,” I had assured hi
