Jake’s POV

My phone vibrated while I was still standing beside Zoe’s bed.

At first, I ignored it. I was more worried about Zoe, seeing Chloe cry this much hurts me.

Nothing mattered more than the steady rise and fall of her chest, the faint hiss of oxygen, the thin line between life and death that machines were now guarding for her. Chloe sat on the other side, fingers locked with Zoe’s, whispering things only sisters could understand.

Then my phone vibrated again.

Harder ...