Her husband, Julian Vance, stood nearby, watching. Sarah’s mother, Victoria Sterling, stepped forward and lit the twelve candles, one for each year of life.
The lights dimmed, and the room filled with the joyful chorus of Happy Birthday.
Everything felt perfect. After the candles were blown out and wishes were made, the twins insisted their grandmother take the first slice of cake.
Moments later, everything changed. “I don’t feel good, Mom…” Lucas whispered, gasping for air.
Before Sarah could react, he collapsed. Then Ethan staggered—and fell beside his brother.
Panic spread instantly. Guests rushed forward. Sarah screamed for help.
But before she could even pick up Ethan, a crushing pain seized her chest.
