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you an appointment with Dr. Aston today.”
    “No, I’m just worn down. Too much excitement, that’s all. I’m sure I’ll feel better in a day or two.”
    She studied his face. “This doesn’t feel right, Ty. I think we need to get you checked out. If it was me you’d hogtie me and drag me down to her office.”
    He attempted a smile. “At least the hogtie part.”
    She laughed. He couldn’t feel too bad if he was trying to crack jokes. “All right. If you’re still out of it tomorrow, you’re going.”
    “Agreed, love. I promise.”
    She kissed him. “I love you.”
    “Love you too, pet. I’ll be along shortly.”
    She stepped out of the shower, dressed, and returned to the kitchen.
     
     
    * * * *
     
     
    Must be a bug. Tyler didn’t feel at all well, but he didn’t want to worry Nevvie. Maybe he should ask Peggy about it. He would go see Dr. Aston tomorrow if he woke up feeling like this again.
    He finished his shower and sat on the bed to catch his breath, rubbing his chest. His left shoulder was really bothering him. Maybe he overdid it out in the yard with Thomas. He should leave the landscaping chores to him and Nevvie, but he’d wanted to help.
    He wiped a hand across his forehead. The A/C must be turned up high . He was sweating, even though he felt clammy.
    He dressed and walked out to the kitchen. Nevvie started preparing their breakfast and had the newspaper spread out on the counter.
    Nevvie didn’t care what Tyler said, he would go see Dr. Aston today, like it or not. His skin looked grey under the bright kitchen lights.
    She turned to mix their scrambled eggs, and then something made her turn back to him. “Are you okay?” she asked.
    Tyler started to speak to her and lost his train of thought. She looked at him and said something. He realized he couldn’t hear her.
    That’s when the crushing pain enveloped his chest, driving the breath from him. He had enough time to register this as his eyes locked on Nevvie’s before his world went black.
    Nevvie watched as Tyler swayed on his feet, looked at her, and then collapsed.
    “Tyler!” She dropped to his side, trying to wake him. “Tyler!” He didn’t respond. “Mom!” she screamed. “Mom, come quick!”
    Peggy raced into the kitchen. “What—oh my God!” She dropped to her knees next to Nevvie. “What happened?”
    “He just collapsed!”
    Peggy leaned in close, listened, then checked his pulse. She ripped his shirt open down the front, popping the buttons off, and leaned over him. “Nevvie, call 911.” She started chest compressions, then tipped his head back and blew into his mouth.
    “What?”
    She resumed chest compressions. “Dammit, call 911! Get an ambulance!”
    Nevvie scrabbled backward, in shock, trying to get out of the way and process what happened. 911? “What’s wrong—”
    “Nevvie!” Peggy screamed. “Call now , dammit!”
    The older woman’s frantic tone finally broke through Nevvie’s shock and spurred her into action. Nevvie dove for the phone, her fingers shaking as she made the call, trying to relay Peggy’s answers to the operator’s questions without crying.
    Heart attack? Not her Tyler! Please, no!
    “Nevvie, go open the front door,” Peggy panted between compressions and breaths. “Then go get your shoes, your purse, his wallet, and your cell phones.”
    Nevvie’s feet felt anchored to the floor. Peggy glanced away from Tyler for a second. “Dammit sugar, go! ” she screamed. That shattered Nevvie’s paralysis and she started moving.
    Peggy tried to focus on her task, her arms and shoulders killing her. She was too old for this shit. Nevvie looked close to panic. Peggy knew she had to keep her head at least until the paramedics arrived.
    “Dammit, Tyler,” she muttered under her breath. “You can’t leave them. C’mon, sugar. You can make it. Goddammit, don’t you leave that boy without a father.”
    She paused to take his pulse, didn’t feel one, and immediately resumed