Ashley POV

The ambulance arrived sooner than I expected. Or at least, that's what Mom kept saying as we were driven to Silvercross Healing Center by David. Her tone stayed cool and calm — perhaps in an attempt to appear less affected by Dad's condition than he really was — as she rattled off various reasons that he would be fine. But, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she kept touching the small gold cross necklace she always wore around her neck.

“He will be fine,” she said for the umpteenth time. “He's only fifty-five years old. He eats a healthy diet and exercises every day,...