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Chapter 16

Author: Elara B
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-16 15:29:53

Callie

I'd never felt dread like this in my entire life.

Everything hurt. My breathing, my thinking. It was like the world had come to a standstill, and all that remained was pain. Heartstopping, gut-wrenching pain.

It wasn't anything physical. It was a mental war in my head. How could it have come to this? Was I not a good mom? How could I have missed any signs? He's been healthy all his life, like a normal boy his age. What could suddenly go wrong? And if it wasn't something internal, then had someone done this to him?

My heart could hardly bear it, hearing that my little boy had just collapsed in the middle of the park and an ambulance had to carry him to the hospital.

"Can we get there any faster?" Clara was already driving well over the speed limit. But I couldn't get my nerves to still themselves. I needed to see Cass. I needed to make sure he was okay.

"Tell me what happened again,"

“When we get there, you’ll talk to the doctors,” Clara said, her voice firm but
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