“Olivia, your father is awake!” my mother called out, running up to me. She grabbed my arm and smiled.

I blinked at her, still thinking of Bethany being taken away by the cops. I blinked again.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

My mom smiled at me again, wider and brighter than before. “Your father, he’s been resuscitated. He’s stabilized now and is being moved back to a recovery room.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t say anything else. My mind was in ...