Vivienne POV

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“Damon! Call 911 now!” My voice cracked, raw and desperate.

Damon was already kneeling beside us, phone to his ear, but his face stayed calm, too calm. “Dr. Henley is on standby. He’ll meet us at the house in twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?” I screamed, clutching Liam tighter. “He doesn’t have twenty minutes! Look at him, Damon! He can’t breathe right! We need a hospital, not your fancy private doctor who’s probably on a yacht ...