Ella

The sterile white walls of the hospital corridor feel like they're closing in around me as I stare at Sara's limp form. The early morning light filters in through the windows, casting a surreal, dreamlike glow on her lifeless body. But this isn't a dream.

Jacob's voice breaks through the haze, but it's muffled, like he's speaking to me from the bottom of a deep well. I see him, frantic, calling over a couple of doctors, their faces grim as they rush to ...