Then came the night that changed everything.
It was storming again. The power flickered out. The backup generator sputtered.
Lila rushed to Mr. Hayes’s room with a flashlight—and found him gasping, clutching his chest.
“Mr. Hayes!” she cried, calling for help. But the staff were across the property, and the storm had taken out the phones.
Without hesitation, she pulled the emergency injection kit from the nightstand—something the former caregiver had shown her once but never used. Her hands trembled, but she jabbed the needle into his thigh, massaged the area, and elevated his head.
“Stay with me,” she whispered.
