Joanne’s POV…
For a moment, everything stilled.
And then Tomas’ voice broke through the haze, raw and broken, as he watched his mother fall to the ground, eyes rolling behind her head, and her body going completely limp.
“Mama!” Tomas cried, tears streaming down his face as horror hit him.
Alexander was quick to move, though he wasn’t fast enough; not even he predicted what was going to happen, and by the time he reached her, she was already on the ground. Tomas was crying and shaking as he called out for his mother.
The ringing in my ears grew louder with each passing second; it almost felt like I was the only one in the tent and the world was moving all around me. I barely registered George calling out my name.
After about the third time of him calling my name, I finally blink
