His breathing was quick, and his eyes looked unfocused from the fever.
Then I reached down and took Amy’s hand.
“We’re getting out of here.”
She looked anxiously toward the dining room.
“She’s going to be furious.”
Hearing those words affected me more deeply than any i.n.s.u.l.t possibly could.
I guided my wife and our son through the back door, helped them into the car, and immediately called 911.
I told the operator that several people were inside my house without my approval, that my wife had been pressured into working while holding our ill baby, and that I was concerned about their safety.