Clambering up to my knees, I lock my hands together, blink away tears, and press my interlocked hands to his chest. I start compressions, pushing deep and hard.
“Laxus!” I push and push, then breathe into Ethan’s mouth. “Laxus! Help!”
There’s no response, and I cry out, fear snaking it’s way around my throat. It tries to pull my attention, to make me freeze, but I can’t stop. Ethan will die if I don’t keep doing CPR.
“LAXUS! RYAN!”
Someone, anyone, has to be out there. I can’t lose him, not now that I’ve decided to give him another chance. Not after I’ve found out we’re having a baby.
He doesn’t even know.
“You can’t die!” I cry, lean in, and breathe twice into Ethan’s mouth. I put everything I have into bringing him back, crying as I push my hands into his chest until somethin
