The delivery room was hushed. A baby had arrived—but no cry followed.
Olivia Parker had carried her second child with joy. For nine months, their modest home brimmed with anticipation. Her seven-year-old son, Ethan, spoke daily of his baby brother, vowing to share his dinosaurs and reveal the backyard’s secret corners. Her husband, Michael, worked long hours as a financial consultant, but always found time to remind Ethan, “Not long now, champ. Your brother will be here soon.”
Life felt full—until one rainy afternoon shattered it.
Olivia collapsed in the kitchen without warning. Ethan found her pale and gasping, his small hands trembling as he dialed 911. Paramedics arrived swiftly. Ethan clung to her hand until hospital doors forced him to let go.*
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