~ Carl ~
“Abi? Abi!” I frantically tap her cheeks with my fingers. “Oh baby, not again… Abi!”
I hear the sliding door. “Son?”
“Dad, get Mom!”
“Hmm…” Abi squirms, brow furrowing.
Oh, thank God. “Baby, come back to me. Wake up. Please, Abi,” I say softly to her, struggling to keep the fright from my voice. “Everything will be all right. It’s just another episode; my mom is coming to help. Don’t be afraid.”
My mother appears at the sliding door, softly hushing someone, telling whoever it is to stay put. She approaches with resounding calm. Her eyes place her in full doctor mode, covering whatever worry might exist. Her fingers come to Abi’s carotid pulse. “Another one?”
I nod. “The picture in her locket charm, from our honeymoon.” Abi’s eyes flutter, but don’t fully open.
“Let’s br
