Amy was just one year old, at a time when she was most susceptible to suffocating.
I drove at the highest speed back home, and I didn't even know how many red lights I ran.
I only had one thought in my mind. Amy was my daughter, and she must be fine.
I kept calling Jason, but he didn't answer.
I shouted at the monitor.
"Jason, Amy is suffocating. Go to have a look!"
However, no one responded to me. Instead, I heard cheers from the other side and a woman's voice.
"Nice shot!"
What? I was even more panicked. Was there a ball game today?
I pounded the steering wheel in anger.
"Jason, answer the phone!"
I was so upset that I couldn't even breathe. Amy's movements became slower and slower.
I knew what this meant.
I forced myself to calm down. Jason must be watching the Euro Cup.
He must turn up the volume to the maximum.
He couldn't hear my call maybe because he had muted his phone. He wouldn't let anything disturb him from watching the game.
In a panic, I thought of another way.
I quickly gave up on Jason but called the hospital.
I tried to tell them the address in my calmest voice. No matter what Jason was doing, he would open the door if the ambulance arrived.