“I Answered an Emergency Call as a Paramedic — The Patient Was My Wife”

had gone from flushed to gray. “What’s happening? What tattoo? Colette, what is this?”

Tristan found his voice. It came out cold, unfamiliar even to himself. “Devon, call it in. I need air.”

He walked out of the room, leaving behind the wreckage of his marriage and everything he thought he knew about the woman he’d loved for seven years.

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