“Cole," Camila whispered as she gently reached out to touch his hand.
His chest rose and fell in a steady, unsettling rhythm. The last time she'd seen him like this, they were kids, and he'd accidentally eaten a peanut butter sandwich at school. The memory flashed before her eyes: the frantic rush to the hospital, the suffocating fear, the helplessness.
Now history had repeated itself.
She looked around the room, expecting to see Rachel, but she was nowhere to be found.
Shouldn't she be right by his side?
Just then, the door swung open, and a chorus of voices shouted.
"SURPRISE!"
Camila snapped her head toward the doorway. Rachel stood there, grinning, surrounded by Cole's friends and a scattering of unfamiliar faces. A man holding a violin stood out in the crowd.
Before she could
