Grant

“Get the fuck out of my way, my wife’s not breathing!” I barked, my voice raw, my throat burning, as the paramedics tried to block me from getting in the ambulance.

“He is too agitated,” he said to my father.

Hunter grabbed me. My mother’s arms locked around my torso. I thrashed against them like a wild animal, my teeth clenched, eyes locked on the doors as they slammed shut.

A guttural growl tore out of me.

I turned to my father, breath coming fast. “No one leaves this ...