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The following minutes passed in a blur. Emily was breathing, but unconscious, and then Rob was there with a blanket for her and a robe for me and sirens were blaring in the distance. Rob wrapped Emily tenderly in the blanket and lifted her in his arms, careful not to connect with the wound, which gushed blood from just above her abdomen. I pulled on the robe as the EMTs rushed up the stairs and took Emily from Rob. Andrea stood behind them, looking lost.
I watched as they loaded her on a stretcher with brutal efficiency. Then they were gone.
‘Where’s Micah?’ I thought to ask. ‘Is he asleep? Someone needs to tell Micah. And Henry. Where is he?’
‘I’ll drive him to the hospital,’ Andrea said, all business. She began moving in the direction of Micah’s room, invigorated with new purpose.
