Olivia
I shouldn’t have tried to get up and listen. I shouldn’t have followed the sound of the raised voices downstairs. I should have stayed in bed, where maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t have happened…
Bright lights flashed all around me. I felt myself being loaded into a vehicle—the back of an ambulance. More flashing, voices, the sound of radios.
Everything went intermittently black over the next stretch of time, however long or short that stretch of time even was. I recalled snippets of conversation, but I wouldn’t discern where or even when they came, like drops of rain plopping onto a window.
“Her blood pressure’s dropping.”
“Elevate her feet.”
“We’ll have to induce…”
“What if…”
“Stay awake, Mrs. Ford. You have to stay awake.”
“Liv, I’m right here
