I sprinted toward them, my heart pounding in my ears. Caleb lay motionless on the grass, his face pale, his little chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly. Relief washed over me—he was breathing—but the fear clawed at me just as fiercely.
“Amber, what happened?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of panic and anger. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. I could see the panic in her eyes, the facade of control slipping away.
“It was just a prank,” she muttered finally, her voice weak. “Just a bit of fun to see if he could handle a little scare…”
A prank. My blood boiled at the word. How could she be so careless? So thoughtless? But before I could lash out, the sound of sirens filled the air, and within moments, paramedics were at Caleb’s side, assessing him with calm efficiency.
