Amelia’s POV
As Stacy fell, everyone moved at once.
Amy turned toward her sister, crying, “Stacy?!”
Damien came rushing in from the outskirts of the hall.
Three people pulled out their phones, one two record, two to call an ambulance.
And I dropped the plate I’d been holding, forgetting it entirely while I ran forward to help the poor little girl.
By the time I reached her, her father was there too. Gently, he was stroking her back. “What’s wrong, Stacy? Talk to me?”
Mom and Dad must have seen what happened and been close enough to act. In a flash they were there too, holding Amy while moving her away, giving Stacy room to breathe.
Her eyes were closed, but she was still talking, mumbling something.
As I came to her side, dropping to my knees, I heard her.
“My chest hurts…”
“Ti
