breath. âTen seconds and . . . Go!â
âSo, Kay,â Erica begins, âweâve seen your lovely house and grounds, and visited your office and met some of your staff. I know how busy you are with your foundation work and your books and speeches, but I sense that youâre gearing up for something more.â
âYou know, Erica, Iâve been very fortunate, very blessed. My work so far has been deeply fulfilling on many levels.â
Erica notices sweat break out on Barrishâs hairline and upper lip.
âBut when I look around me at the division and gridlock in this country, and the dangers we face in the world, Iâm compelled to get involved.â All the color suddenly drains from Barrishâs face and an odd look comes into her eyes. âAs governor, I was all about common sense leadership. I think the country could use some of that rightââ
Barrish makes a choking sound and clutches her chest. For a moment she seems suspended, a look of shock in her eyes. Then she collapses to the floor.
Erica freezes for an instant. The room is silent. Whatâs happening?
Then sheâs on the floor beside Kay. She puts her hands over the other womanâs heart and pushes down again and again, then she tilts Barrishâs head back, chin up, pinches her nostrils, clamps her mouth over Kayâs and forces one breath, two breaths, three breathsâ life!â into her lungs. Thereâs no response. Now Audra Ruiz is on the other side of Barrishâs body doing the chest compressions as Erica continues the rescue breaths, and now Kayâs husband is there, too, one of Kayâs hands in his own, saying, âStay with us, my love, stay with us!â Thereâs controlled panic in the room as Lesli calls 911 and Greg yells, âCut away!â into his headset.
EMTs arrive in less than five minutes and take over. They insert a breathing tube into Barrishâs windpipe and attach defibrillator electrodes above and below her heart and then deliver a jolt of electricity; her upper body jerks but her heart doesnât start beating. The seconds tick by. They jolt her again. Still nothing. The seconds turn to minutes. They load her onto a stretcherâBert Winters by her side, still holding her handâand carry her away to the hospital.
Silent shock settles over the room. To go in a seeming instant from all of that energy and life force to . . . nothing. Itâs over. Kay Barrish is gone.
Ericaâs mind is blank, like a whiteboard, a flat line, then disassociation, as if sheâs hurtling away from this scene, away, away into another world, a better world. Her legs feel weak and she grabs the back of a chair. She feels an arm around her shoulders.
âAre you okay?â Greg asks.
Then she remembers: sheâs a reporter, and the most powerful woman in America has just died in her arms. She has a job to do. âThe hospital, Greg, I have to get to the hospital and file a report!â
âNo, Erica, an anchor from our local affiliate is already on the way there.â
âGreg, no, I want to go, I have to go!â She moves toward the front door, frantic.
Greg grips her by the shoulders and looks into her eyes. âErica, youâre in shock. Youâre in no condition to report on anything.â
She looks at him and somehow he gets through. And she knows heâs right.
As she died, Kay Barrish looked into Ericaâs eyesâwith eyes that were filled with disbelief and terror. Erica knows she will never forget that look. And she wants to cryâfor Kay, for herself, for the country, she wants to just weep and weep.
But Erica doesnât cry. No. Uh-uh. Growing up, tears only earned her more scorn from her folksââCrybaby, crybaby!â Instead she takes the deepest breath of her life, holds it a moment, and then slowly exhales. The room comes into focus around her. People are crying, walking around in a
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