Mason’s head snapped up. “How the hell do you know that name?”
She ignored the question, kneeling beside him. “Roll him onto his side—like this. Keep his airway open so he doesn’t choke on his own vomit.”
Her instructions were precise, born from nightmares she wished she could forget.
“Cole, don’t let anyone force water down his throat—it’ll make it worse. Rhett, push them back farther. The flashing lights and phones are triggering more stress.”
Rhett hesitated only a second. “How do you—”
“Please,” Sage said, something raw and urgent in her tone. “Just do it.”
The authority in her voice moved them. Briggs knelt nearby, backup ready as the ambulance sirens grew louder.
Sage stayed focused, monitoring the boy’s breathing, her mind flashing to her own past.
Damien’s laugh as he held
