Ella

Ryatt takes a single step into the room before his face flushes of color, and his eyes roll back in his head. 

Mom gasps and rushes forward just in time to break Ryatt’s fall. 

“Ryatt!” I screech, jumping in to help as he pitches forward. 

“Goddess above, Ella. How much does he weigh?” Mom grunts, her cheeks puffing with effort while we try to keep him upright.

“Ryatt, come on,” I urge, helping Mom lower him to the ground. Some of the ...