Olivia,” I choked out, my carefully constructed composure shattering like glass. I took her unbandaged hand. It was cold. So cold. “I’m here, baby. Mom’s here now.”

“What happened?” I managed, my eyes never leaving Olivia’s face.

The nurse, Linda, spoke with clinical precision that couldn’t hide the horror. “According to the police report, her husband was driving. The vehicle was traveling at approximately ninety miles per hour when it lost control and hit a concrete divider. Your daughter wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. She was partially ejected through the windshield.”

My knees buckled. Linda guided me to a chair. “And Blake?” I whispered, a strange, terrifying calm beginning to settle over me as shock gave way to something harder, colder. “Was he injured?”

“Minor lacerations and bruising,” Linda said, her eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second too long. “He was treated in the ER and released that same night.”