ELENA"Mommy, why is Abuela Rosa breathing funny?"Luna's question freezes me mid-stir. I turn from the stove where I'm making lunch to see my daughter standing in the doorway of Grandmother's room, face pale.I'm down the hall in seconds.Grandmother Rosa is sitting in her chair by the window, one hand pressed to her chest, breathing in short, shallow gasps. Her lips have a faint blue tinge."Abuela!" I drop to my knees beside her. "How long has this been happening?""Just... a few minutes." Each word is an effort. "Didn't want... to worry you.""Luna, get my phone. Call Dr. Andre. Tell him it's Abuela's heart. Now!"She runs.I help Grandmother Rosa lie back, elevate her feet, check her pulse. Racing. Irregular.This is bad. This is very bad.Lucas appears, takes one look, and disappears. Returns thirty seconds later with Grandmother's heart medication and a glass of water."The pills from the bathroom cabinet," he says, voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. "She takes them whe
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