“Are you okay?” I ask, wiping the muck off his face. “Tell me you’re okay. Talk to me, baby. I need to hear your voice.” “I’m fine,” he says. “But Cord . . .” My heart stops. “Cord?” “He didn’t make it.” “No!” I gasp, my legs threatening to go out from under me. Lurching forward, my heart splintering into a million pieces, I reach for my husband.
