Tracey wasn't responding.
Rick touched her, pushed her gently, shook her. He slapped her across the arm, then her face: nothing. When he laid his hand gently on her cheek, he felt certain the skin was cool, too cool. No sign of breathing.
Somehow, he choked back an anguished cry.
Pressed his hand between her breasts. Nothing.
"Please God, no! Please Tracey, don't be - "
Abruptly, he killed the sentence dead. Timmy didn't need to hear that word.
But the pressure inside was too great and he let out a howl of anguish. It was reciprocated by his terrified child.