Helen’s chest tightened. “Are they conscious?” “They keep drifting in and out,” Lisa’s voice cracked. “David’s out of town. He keeps calling, but he’s panicking too. I’ve been here all night.” Helen didn’t wait to think. “I’m coming,” she said, already slipping into her coat. “Mom,” Lisa whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t know who else to call.”
“You did the right thing,” Helen said softly, steady but pale as she grabbed her keys. “Stay with them. I’m on my way.” She drove through the rain like someone moving through a dream, headlights slicing through fog, wipers thudding. Every red light felt unbearable. Her mind raced: What if it’s serious? What if she’s too late?