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Author’s POV
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“Jessica.” Tyson’s voice emerges as a mere whisper, his fingers fumbling to find her pulse, and a wave of dread washes over him as he registers the stillness before instinctively placing his hands atop his head.
Colliding with the headboard, he reclines on the bed, eyes wide, fixated on the lifeless form before him as he kneels there in silence, overwhelmed by shock. Time seems suspended as he grapples with the unfathomable reality—his mind a storm of unanswered questions.
How is this happening? She was fine just a few hours ago, and she didn’t complain of feeling strange or anything. He starts to question whether he’s awake or if this is all some messed-up dream. But a voice screams that this is reality and that he knows
