Part 2:
But when I saw how still he was—how his hand slipped from mine without any response—I knew something was terribly wrong.
At the hospital, the doctors tried everything.
But it was too late.
They told me it was sudden… something that couldn’t have been prevented.
I remember sitting outside the ICU, shaking, still trying to process everything, when I called my parents.
“Mom,” I whispered, “Ethan is gone.”
There was a pause—
not sh0ck, not concern… just inconvenience.
“We’re at your sister’s birthday dinner,” she said. “Can this wait until tomorrow?
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