Levi drove us to the hospital like a madman while I held Bran on my lap in the back seat, keeping pressure on his neck. The bleeding never stopped. Not even temporarily. The more time passed, the closer I was to losing him. I’ll never forget how his pulse diminished beneath my fingers, how I was begging and kissing his blue lips and asking, imploring, praying for a God I’ve never believed in to give him back to me. I’ll do anything if you give him back. If he asked for my life in return, I’d spill my guts on a platter. I don’t want a life without him. I can’t have a life without him.
