Adam rushed home, heart beating too fast it almost hurt, his mind spinning with panic. When he burst through the door, he saw Dawn on the floor, not moving much, and Ava right beside her crying and shaking like she didn’t even know what to do. His chest tightened. He didn’t think—he just ran to her, picked Dawn up in his arms and carried her straight to the car. Ava followed behind, hands trembling, phone clutched so tight it might break.
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The drive to the hospital felt too long, like the road stretched forever. Adam kept glancing at Dawn through the mirror, whispering “just hold on” over and over, even though she couldn’t hear him. When they finally arrived, he jumped out, shouting for help. Nurses rushed over, pushing a stretcher, and Dawn was gone down the hallway before he
