His stomach tightened with guilt, but he remained still because he had committed to the lie and his pride refused to let him stop.
Sophie fumbled for her phone and called 911, her hands shaking so badly she hit the wrong numbers twice. When the dispatcher answered, Sophie gave the address clearly but sounded like she was holding herself together with threads.
She checked for breathing, her face close to Damian’s mouth, eyes wide with terror. When she couldn’t feel enough air, her expression crumpled.
“Begin CPR,” the dispatcher instructed.
Sophie hesitated only a fraction of a second. Then she placed her hands on Damian’s chest and began compressions, counting softly through tears.
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