Olivia’s point of view.
I panicked, cutting my phone, looking at Aunt Rita. Maybe she would think of something to do.
“We should probably call 911.” She said, dialling the number on her phone as I looked at her, wondering what else I could do to help him.
“Kim!” I thought as I took the phone calling her if she could be able to rush to him before something happens to him.
I dialled her number and hoped she would pick up since I was ignoring her.
I looked at Aunt Rita trying to explain to the call operator what was happening to Ethan. “Hello?” Kim finally picked up as I sighed a sigh of relief.
“Oh my God Kim! Thank God you picked up. I think something is wrong with Ethan.” I shouted, not sure what else I could do for him. What if it was too late for him? What if there was no one to m
