When I got home from a business trip, I found my daughter unconscious by the

I shook my head, the motion feeling disconnected from the rest of my body. “No, nothing like that. She’s healthy. Perfectly healthy.” My voice cracked on the last word, the truth of it too brittle to hold its shape.

The second paramedic, a woman with cropped hair and steady hands, glanced at me. “Looks like a possible overdose,” she said quietly to Martinez. “We’ll get her stabilized and transport.”

Jennifer stood there like a statue, every inch of her exuding impatience. As if this entire scene was something I’d blown out of proportion. But I could see it now, the subtle shift in her demeanor, the lack of warmth that had crept in unannounced over the past months. I’d been too busy, too blind to notice the slow corrosion of our family’s foundation.