The make and model of Jacob’s car meant nothing to Emily. She didn’t care if it was a luxury sedan or a beat-up truck; all she saw was a way to get her mother to a hospital.
The three of them hurried to the room where her mother was resting.
Jacob didn’t immediately lift her. Instead, he knelt by the bed and gently took the older woman’s wrist, his fingers pressing against her pulse point.
"What are you waiting for?" Jenny snapped. "Hurry up
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