was calling her name, over and over again. there is nothing that has ever scared me more than the sound of my wife’s voice, then and there. the sound echoed a soul cracking then breaking, as though she already believed our youngest may be gone. she was desperately trying to call her back from somewhere that we might not be able to reach.
youngest appeared to be turning blue. over and over again her mother called her name, as if from the other side of a crowded room. i called the ambulance again in frustration, only to be told they were on their way. wife told me to go next door. 