Liam's POV
"Jesus Christ," Grace breathed as Vivian went completely limp in my grip. I carefully placed her onto the mattress, my pulse hammering against my throat.
She was sick and I had no clue.
How the hell could I not realize my own wife was unwell?
This morning I assumed she was giving me the cold shoulder, and I decided not to pressure her since she wasn't ready to talk, especially considering I was the one who screwed up.
But I had already made plans to see her tonight. When I got Salena's text from hours earlier telling me I needed to get a doctor because Vivian was ill, I raced home instantly, calling a trusted friend I only contacted for emergencies.
"Liam—"
"She needs to breathe." My tone was sharp as I spoke, yanking the blanket away from her body. Vivian had suffered a panic attack that caused her to pass out. "Remove her sweater."
