Chapter 12

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Thirty compressions. His blood soaked my sleeves. My arms burned. Rocco kept trying to take over and I kept shoving him away. "Ava," he said gently. "It's been four minutes." "I KNOW how long it's been." Five minutes. I thought about the tunnel. The boot. The basement. I thought about a man asleep on a couch with my son on his chest. "You stopped my heart once," I whispered. "Your turn to come back." Six minutes. A flutter under my palms. Weak. Then...