Dad takes the box from me, and just as he’s about to open it, his face drains of color. I place my hand on his shoulder, wanting to ask him if he’s okay, but before I have a chance to, he collapses. I jump up in shock and grab Dad, panic filling my lungs, obstructing my airways. My vision starts to blur as I shake Dad, willing him to wake up. I can hear Carter on the phone, calling for a chopper, but I can’t control the fear that grips me.
