Breaking Point
(Olivia’s POV)
I stood frozen as Oliver clung to my legs, his small body wracked with sobs that seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul. His tears soaked through my scrubs, his fingers digging into the fabric as if I might disappear if he loosened his grip for even a
second.
“Please, Mommy,” he begged between desperate gasps for air. “Don’t leave me!”
His face had turned an alarming shade of red, and his breathing became increasingly labored. Each sob seemed to drain what
little strength remained in his weakened body.
