The room was silent. A baby had been born, but there was no cry.” Olivia Parker had carried her second child with joy. At nine months pregnant, she often sat in the living room with her seven-year-old son, Ethan, who talked endlessly about how he would show his baby brother all the secret places in the backyard. Their home was filled with anticipation.
Her husband, Michael, worked long hours as a financial consultant but always reassured Ethan, “Not long now, champ. Your brother will be here soon.” Then, in the late afternoon one rainy day, Olivia collapsed in the kitchen. Ethan found her on the floor, pale and gasping.
His small hands shook as he dialed 911, stammering through tears to the operator. Continues…