The medical helicopter arrived twelve minutes later.
Not because of luck.
Because the name *Marlowe* still carried weight in places where power moved quietly.
Ava drifted in and out of consciousness as paramedics loaded her onto a stretcher. She remembered flashes of bright lights, voices speaking urgently, and one sentence repeated again and again.
* »The baby still has a heartbeat. »*
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