As the wail of sirens approached, Jonathan Pierce knew he was at a pivotal moment in his life—though he couldn’t yet articulate why. The paramedics arrived swiftly, taking control of the situation with practiced efficiency. Maya was lifted onto a stretcher, and though she was still unconscious, the color slowly returned to her face as oxygen flowed through her mask. The twins, Eli and Grace, clung to Jonathan’s suit as if it were a lifeline, their tiny fingers digging into the fabric with desperation.
“Can someone stay with the children?” one of the paramedics asked, as they prepared to transport Maya to the nearest hospital.
