Inside, the air was still. Sunlight filtered through half-closed blinds.

“Mommy’s in there,” the boy whispered, pointing to a bedroom door.

Janet stepped in and immediately spotted her—an unconscious woman lying in bed, pale and unmoving. But there was breath—shallow, but there. Janet’s years of training kicked in.

“Ma’am? Can you hear me?” she called, moving closer. No response.

She radioed again. “Need EMS at this location immediately. Female, unresponsive but breathing. Possible diabetic episode.”