ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW
Alex's hand rested on my shoulder, firm and steady, but I felt untethered, adrift in the terrifying stillness surrounding my mother's unconscious form. Her chest remained rigid, each breath and silent plea for normalcy that wasn't coming.
"I need an ambulance at the Reyes estate," Alex's voice cut through the chaos, calm but commanding, as he pressed his phone to his ear. "A woman has collapsed. Mid-fifties. Yes, immediately."
He turned to his father, urgency knitting his brow. "Call Dr. Morrison. It's urgent."
Richard sprang into action, his phone already in hand, his expression as serious as the gravity of the moment demanded as he strode into the hallway.
Victoria knelt beside my mother, her fingers probing for the pulse at Mom's neck. "She's breathing," she murmured. "Her pulse is weak but steady."
