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67 - When Time Stops
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2025-06-08 07:40:51The sound of sirens ripped through the night, searing through Ezra’s already panicked mind.
The ambulance pulled ahead, flashing lights casting stark red streaks across his windshield. His hands trembled as he clutched the wheel, knuckles bone-white. He wasn’t sure if it was the vibration of the truck beneath him or his own body that shook more violently. “Mia…” he breathed out, the words stumbling over his lips, his voice cracking before he even tried to say them. “We’ll—just—we need to stay together, okay?” She was silent in the passenger seat beside him, her face pale in the moonlight. He kept glancing over at her, trying to keep some semblance of calm. But it was no use. His heart pounded so loudly in his chest, he could barely hear the hum of the tires beneath him. His throat was dry. His whole body felt like it was on fire, too hot, too restless, while the fear tightened around him lik
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The morning light spilled softly through the curtains as Sebastian zipped the small canvas bag shut. His movements were precise, quiet-almost ritualistic. The twins were already dressed and fidgeting near the door, the hem of Camden's shirt askew, Caleb's shoelaces still untied. "Okay," Sebastian called gently. "Put on your shoes, please." He touched the bandage at his temple, wincing as his fingers brushed too close. The hospital had said he'd need it re-dressed every few days. Ideally, someone else would've watched the boys-but Ezra was still on shift, and Mia was out celebrating her stellar exam results. Camden bounced on the balls of his feet. "Are you gonna be okay, Daddy?" Sebastian smiled through the dull ache in his skull. He reached out and smoothed Camden's sweat-damp curls. "I'll be fine, Cam. You boys just be good, alright?" Caleb nodded solemnly. "We'll help you. We'll be careful.
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The golden morning light spilled through the windows, wrapping the house in a gentle glow.Sebastian moved quietly through the kitchen, gathering stray toys and wiping away crumbs left behind by the twins’ chaotic morning energy.The faint scent of lavender clung to him, blending softly with the warm cinnamon and sugar from the muffins he’d baked earlier.At the front door, Ezra was lacing up his worn work boots, his hands steady and sure. The twins buzzed towards him like little bees, their chatter bubbling with excitement as they prepared to follow him to work—an unofficial “bring your kids to work” day, fueled by holiday freedom.“Dad, wait!” Camden called, clutching a small plastic wrench as if ready to tackle any task.“Don’t forget me!” Caleb added, matching Ezra’s stride with determined little steps.Ezra turned back with a grin that softened his rugged features. He crouched low to ruffle Caleb’s curls and tousle Camden’s
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