What shocked me even more was that he never stopped the chest compressions.
“Sir, call 911 right now,” he said. “Your daughter overdosed. I’ve been doing CPR for four minutes. She has a pulse, but she’s not breathing on her own.”
I stared at him, completely frozen.
“Who the hell are you?” I shouted. “How did you get into my house?”
“Your daughter called me.”
He looked down at Emily and continued pressing against her chest.
“She’s been calling me every night for six months. I’m her sponsor. Now call 911 or she dies.”
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