Ethan helped position
them.
The machine began analyzing.
“Everyone clear.”
His hands lifted.
The AED spoke.
“Shock advised.”
Diane’s face drained of color.
Ethan looked around.
“Clear.”
He pressed the button.
Victoria’s body jolted.
Nothing.
Ethan immediately resumed compressions.
“Come on.”
His voice was quieter now.
“Come on, Victoria.”
Diane watched him.
There was something strange about the way he said it.
Not desperation.
Recognition.
As though this moment had happened before.
As though he had once knelt beside someone else and begged a heart to restart.
“Ethan…”
He heard Mia’s voice.
His head turned.
She stood at the edge of the business-class curtain.
Eight years old.
Barely four feet tall.
Captain the rabbit crushed against her chest.
