ed. They let me go, expecting me to collapse, to st

ctory. Ethan looked conflicted but resolute, believing he' d just taught me a necessa

idn't c

in my chest. But this time, I was ready. Fueled by a lifetime of r

f falling

my purse already in my hand.

g so dramatic!" Eth

the cool New York night. The sounds of the city were a welc

osing around the familiar cylinder of my EpiPen. I ripped off the cap, jabbed the

The blessed rush of epinephrin

ged but manageable gasps, and threw my arm out.

de. "Nearest ER! Lenox Hill! It's an an

man in the passenger seat was already movi

phone. "I've got a woman here, mid-thirties, self-administered an EpiPen for anaphylaxis du

the right thing. Just brea

alive. I was going to stay alive. And this time, there w