I didn’t stop until we reached the pack hospital. The second I put the car in park, the doors burst open.
Amber’s parents were the first to reach us, sprinting toward the SUV with Rett and Robert right behind them. Her mother’s face was streaked with dried tears, her father’s jaw tight with tension, but the sheer relief in their eyes was unmistakable.
Rett looked ready to fight someone, his muscles coiled, eyes scanning Amber as if to make sure she was real. Robert, usually composed, let out a breath that seemed to have been trapped in his lungs for hours.
I barely had time to open my door before Rebecca was pulling the backseat open, her hands hovering over her sleeping daughter as if afraid to wake her.
But obviously things were going to be different.
The moment the car door o
