Dominic thrusts him toward me. "You have to save him!" he pleads, breathless, his tone desperate and suffering. "He is dying!"

I blink, startled out of my haze and reach out, taking Samuel's face in my palms. Without thinking, I lean in and cover his mouth with mine, inhaling a deep breath and immediately taste blood. It's too much. I pull away, turning my head to cough and spit. Dominic's hands begin to shake. He falls to his knees, still holding our son's lifeless body in his arms. ...