Lara, a single mom, was in the middle of her workday when her phone rang. It was Ben, her six-year-old son. His voice trembled with fear. “Mom, Ruby… she collapsed. She’s not waking up!” he whispered urgently. Panic surged through Lara. “Ben, stay calm. I’m coming home. Just stay with Ruby, okay? I’m on my way.” Ben, terrified, had already hidden in the closet, too scared to do anything else. “I don’t want to look at her,” he whispered back. Lara’s heart raced as she drove home. Each minute felt like a lifetime. She couldn’t help but think about how fragile everything felt—how one moment they were fine,

nd now everything was falling apart. When she got home, she found Ben curled up in the hallway, trembling. “Mom!” he cried, and she rushed to him, holding him close. He’d tried to help, she could see that, but he was too scared. Lara quickly checked on Ruby, finding her unconscious on the floor. She called for an ambulance,