Harry Campbell had never feared hospitals. As a manager at a local logistics company and a father to two spirited twelve-year-old boys, he’d spent more than his fair share of time patching up scrapes, waiting through fevers, and sitting beside ER beds for the occasional broken bone. But nothing could have prepared him for the quiet dread that had been building over the past few weeks. It started with Josh—one of the twins—looking paler than usual.
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