I drop to my knees beside Aiden and put his head in my lap. "Aiden?" I brush his hair away from his forehead. "Aiden, wake up. Please wake up." He's out cold, and he's not so much as fluttering his eyelashes. "Tom." I look up through tear-filled eyes. "Help him."

Tom scoops Aiden up into his arms like he weighs nothing and lays him on the couch. "Marjorie, get a cold cloth from the kitchen." He turns to me. "He's been through a lot, Emily, and I know you're worried, but you need ...