“What?” Killian asked confused.

“Ethan is dying, Plesse come,” I cried into the phone.

Knowing I could not waste any more time, I ended the call, slipping my phone back into my pocket as I moved.

Ethan felt too heavy on my shoulders.

Heavier than he had ever been.

And with every step I took, more tears slipped out of my lips knowing I was too late.

Ethan was dying in my arms.

If he already was not.

And when I finally got to the stairs, it felt like my journey had just become worse.

There was no way I could probably get him down the stairs.

“Why do you...