The moment I hear her scream, I shout her name, my voice echoing through the night. I'm frantic to reach her, to dive from a sixth-floor window and rescue my wife. Arms reach for me, pinning me, holding me back. I turn to beat at them, to force them back, but Emery shoves herself into the fray.

"Don't!" she snaps, gripping my arm. "The last thing she'll want is for you to fall and kill yourself."

"She needs me," I snarl in Emery's face.

She shakes her head. "She ...