James
I carried Susan outside, my arms stiff as I tried to ignore the ache building in my chest. As soon as I stepped into the open air, I spotted Chang already waiting by the car. Without hesitation, I shifted her weight into his arms.
“Take Ms. Wenger to the hospital,” I instructed, my voice clipped. “Make sure she gets all the medical attention she needs.”
Susan clung to my shirt like her life depended on it, her grip weak but persistent. She tilted her face up, her expression pitiful.
“James, please… don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I didn’t reply. I didn’t even look at her. What could I say to her at this moment? Chang stepped in, his calm professionalism cutting through the tension.
“Ms. Wenger,” he said firmly, “Mr. Ferguson has entrusted
