Page 162 of The Piece You Stole

At that moment, I don’t hate him. I could never hate someone with that much pain filling their eyes.

“Clear.”

A low whine makes my head scream.

Electricity crackles and something thumps hard on the floor.

I drag my gaze back to the right.

“Again.” The paramedic's voice is so clinical it’s almost cold.

Aden’s body jerks as tears spill down my cheeks.

But he doesn’t do the thing I need him to do.

He doesn’t breathe.