Jennifer leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching like this was nothing.
The paramedics arrived quickly. The lead one—Martinez—knelt beside Lily, checking her vitals with focused urgency.
“How long has she been like this?” he asked.
“I just found her,” I said. “Maybe ten minutes.”
Then his eyes shifted to Jennifer.
And everything changed.
His expression went from professional to something else—recognition, then alarm.
He stood slowly, staring at her.
“Sir… is that really your wife?” he asked quietly.
My stomach dropped.
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