DAMIEN'S POV
The call lasted forty-seven seconds.
He knew this because he was standing beside Aria's stretcher when it came through, his hand still at her hair, watching the EMTs prepare to load her into the waiting ambulance, and he counted the seconds the way he counted things when he needed something to hold onto.
When the call ended he stood very still.
The ambulance doors were open. The EMTs were packing up and getting ready to leave for the hospital. Alexander was on the other side of the stretcher speaking quietly to the lead medic, asking questions about Aria's condition with the focused intensity of a man who intended to understand exactly what had happened to his daughter and exactly what was being done about it.
Aria was unconscious. Her face in the ambulance light looked young and pale and so achingly familiar that looking at it for too long did something to his chest that he couldn't afford right now.
