“If you hadn’t brought him in when you did, he would not have survived the afternoon.”

“Without this medical oxygen, his organs would have started failing within two hours.”

The room seemed to tilt slightly.

Two hours.

If I had waited for Landon to come back from his weekend trip, Rowan would be dead.

If Arthur hadn’t heard me screaming from the window, my baby would have stopped breathing in my arms.

“Thank God for Arthur,” I breathed, reaching out to touch my neighbor’s rough hand.

Arthur squeezed my fingers but kept his eyes on the floor.

Dr. Vance looked between Arthur and me, her brow furrowing.

“Marissa, the transport team mentioned some unusual circumstances,” she said.

“They said you arrived at the neighbor’s house on foot, in physical distress.”

I swallowed hard, looking at the blue tube pulsing in Rowan’s mouth.

“My husband took the car,” I said, my voice shaking.

“He went on a trip to Bald Head Island with his mother.”

Dr. Vance’s pen hovered over her notepad.

“Did you not have a phone to call 911?” she asked.

“No,” I said.