Ethan stood by the ambulance, his breathing unsteady as he ran a hand through his hair. The paramedics worked quickly, securing his uncle Victor onto the stretcher before loading him into the vehicle. Ethan’s chest tightened as the doors slammed shut, separating him from the unconscious man lying inside.
His grandmother approached him quietly. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her voice soft yet firm.
“Ethan, are you sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”
Ethan nodded, though his voice betrayed his inner turmoil. “I’m fine, Grandma, but... I can’t stop thinking about Victor. If anything happens to him, it’s on me. I won’t forgive myself.”
She squeezed his shoulder gently, her eyes searching his face. “Listen to me, Ethan. This isn’t your fault. You hear me? Victor was
