EDEN'S POV
The world stops the moment I hear the words.
For a second I don't understand what the doctor is saying because the sentence doesn't make sense, then Janice is already moving and instinct sends me after her before my brain has a chance to catch up.
The drive to the hospital passes in a blur of headlights, traffic lights and fear, and by the time we arrive Janice is already halfway through the emergency entrance while I struggle to keep pace beside her.
Nobody stops us.
The panic on Janice's face says everything.
The next hour becomes a nightmare of waiting rooms, hurried footsteps and doctors speaking in terms that somehow manage to sound reassuring and terrifying at the same time, and every second that passes feels longer than the one before it.
Eventually a cardiologist
